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[woso-dreamzzz]

Master Builder

Lauren Hemp x Reader

Summary: You work at Legoland

You spent most of your time tucked away in your workshop, isolated from the rest of the world.

Your work was repetitive most of the time, forcing Lego bricks together and gluing them in place, but you loved it. You had done a lot to become the head Master Builder of the Legoland Windsor Resort and sitting in your little room with your earphones in and nothing but Lego bricks was soothing.

You got to do what you loved day-in, day-out and watch as your creations got displayed around the theme park.

You weren't used to having people in your workspace (all of your coworkers knew not to interrupt you while you were building) so you didn't expect the thunder of feet on the stairs as you worked on your life size model of a leopard.

You paid no mind to it though. Sometimes the park booked schools to come look at the workshops and as the head Master Builder, they always ended up in your one last.

Sure, little kids were a bit annoying and always tried to touch your models but you could tolerate them for the ten minutes they spent in your room.

So, you didn't even turn around as you dug through your drawer of black bricks.

Arms wrapped around your shoulders and a familiar wet kiss was placed on your cheek.

You wiped it off in disgust and tore off your headphones, whipping your head around to glare at the offender.

Chloe Kelly grinned back at you.

"Must you do that?"

"Course I do!" She said," Only the best for Mrs Hemp!"

"The fact that you think you're the best is very arrogant," You replied, hunching back over your model with the black brick you had fished out.

"y/n's our head master builder," The tour guide said," It seems that she knows a few of you already..."

"You can leave them here," You said," I can take them from here."

"Are you sure? You're-"

"I'm nearly done. Can you call the site team and get them to move this outside the gift shop?"

"Of course."

You glued on your last piece and took your usual photo of the model before turning around to face the rest of the Lionesses. You hadn't met many of them in person apart from the City girls, whom you each greeted, but your eyes were immediately drawn to your wife.

Like whenever she ended up at your work, she was digging through the drawers of your mini models.

"If you're going to take some of them," You said," Then I'm going to need some of my other ones back. You're robbing me blind, Lauren."

She smiled at you. "You can make more. What's yours is mine, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "You're so lucky we're married."

She pressed a little kiss to your lips. "I know."

You picked out a few little parrots and a wolf for Lauren to put in her bag. "I didn't know you were coming today."

"It was meant to be a surprise. We've got the next few days off before we fly out."

You kissed her cheek. "It's nice that you came to see me." You slipped your hand into hers, swinging it for a moment before sending her an ear-splitting smile.

She shrugged. "I just came for the Lego."

You pulled your hand away. "In that case, I'm sure that Chloe can take your place."

"You're a catch!" Chloe crowed from the other side of your workshop," I'll fill Lauren's space if you're asking!"

"Hey!" Lauren grabbed your hand again. "Get your own wife!" She squeezed your hand and pouted in a way that had you kissing it off her face.

"Come on, pouty," You said," You've only got a few more hours before you have to go to your hotel. Don't waste them being grumpy."

Lauren sighed. "Only if you take me to see Miniland. It's very mean that you guys keep updating it while I'm in Manchester."

You laughed, already pulling her out of your workshop by the big double doors that led into the park. "The work doesn't stop just because Lauren Hemp isn't here."

"It should," Lauren said as you led her and the group over to Miniland," You know how much I love coming here."

"You love coming here because you get in for free," You reminded her with a soft smile," Always take advantage of me, you are."

"Only when it's about Lego."

From behind you, you could hear one of the girls say in amusement," Of course, Hempo's wife works at Legoland. I don't know what I expected."

"There's a bit of a surprise for you now," You said as you wandered through Miniland (with the same amount of pride you always got from looking at your work)," And I want you to be very happy because I had to fight tooth and nail for this."

Lauren's brow furrowed as she frowned. "Huh? But you didn't know we were coming."

"I didn't," You confirmed," But you haven't been here for a while now. I did want to show you on our anniversary but," You shrugged," You're here now and you would have found out anyway."

You covered her eyes with your hands and guided her over to the model of Wembley.

"Okay," You said, feeling an anxious kind of excitement filling your body," Are you ready?"

"Ready."

You took your hands away from her to reveal the final of the Euros made out of Lego figures.

It had taken you a while to get permission to change what was going on in the model and even longer to get speciality minifigures made to represent everybody.

Lauren looked wildly between you and the model even as all of her teammates crowed out and exclaimed their excitement.

"Do you like it?" You asked.

"Baby," She said," I love it!" Her hands wrapped around your waist and she spun you around. "You're so brilliant! Look! That's me!"

"Good god," Chloe muttered behind you," She's more excited about a bloody Lego figure than having her shirts sold."

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Some of these anons take the easy way of blaming the BRF for MM's "downfall". Jean Malek called her out LONG ago. Why aren't her Suit cast mates defending her or even being friends with her except for that one thirsty fella who's posting about her?

What happened to Janina, her number one supporter who said she had seen the emails and texts and had lived the experience with MM? All her supposed A list buddies are no longer selling the "MM is a poor little victim" story anymore? Gayle and Oprah did a happy dance on the street saying they have seen the proofs of BRF's horrible treatment of MM but now are as quiet as mice. Is that the BRF's doing too? 🙄

Tell me, what else has Jean Malek done to expose Meghan other than that one Instagram comment? Did he give interviews talking about her? Did he provide any receipts? Did he go on a media tour to talk about her behavior? No, he didn’t. He wrote one comment and then noped off to the rest of his life. But sure, let’s give him, a photographer that no one outside the incredibly-niche SMM side of royal-watching knows, all the credit for Meghan’s takedown.

The Suits cast are Meghan’s former coworkers. You sound young, so let me clue you in on How The World Works: people don’t talk about or to former coworkers when they’re no longer working together unless they’ve developed a personal relationship and socialize outside of work. You could work somewhere for 2 years or 10 years or 30 years - but the day you walk off that job, that’s the end of that relationship with most of those people. The Suits cast doesn’t talk about Meghan because their only relationship was work. They didn’t actually have a real relationship. It was all faked for the camera. They don’t have anything to share about her.

Now let’s look at your accusations that we’re ignoring the BRF’s attempts to silence their critics, who also just so happen to be Meghan’s friends. Whoops, sorry, “friends,” because 2 of 3 people you cited have only publicly associated with Meghan less than 5 times combined and have not confirmed any time spent together privately.

Janina - the fact that you don’t even know her last name to include it in your ask gives her the same importance as Jean Malek. No one outside a very niche group of royal-watchers know who she is, what she does, or how Meghan knows her. She has no power to take down the BRF so they don’t give a twat about her. They, like the rest of us, probably don’t even know who she is.

Oprah - the most famous of Meghan’s so-called friends, but someone who has only publicly associated with Meghan 3 times (the wedding, the interview, and the bookstore) and her mother once (pap photos) over 6-7 years. A woman who still has the power to sway Middle America with her own opinion? If anyone could do serious damage to the BRF’s reputation, it’d be Oprah and her influence over middle America, even with her downgraded credibility after that interview. And you’re positive that it was the BRF who silenced Oprah and not, you know, her own ambition? Because at the end of the day, Oprah would give both kidneys, her right arm, and her Tina Turner wig to interview Charles, William, and/or Kate. You don’t get to have that opportunity if you’re backing someone who’s declared them Public Enemy #1.

Gayle King - Oprah’s best friend and a newsreader who’s only been in the same room with Meghan once (when she presented her baby to the world in Windsor Castle). A newsreader who also, may I remind you, anchored her network’s broadcasts of The Queen’s funeral and The King’s coronation. She knows which side her bread is buttered because as one of her network’s key news anchors for historic and special event programming, she cannot afford to upset the family of the British head of state whose personal milestones - coronations, jubilees, weddings, births, deaths, and funerals - are important and newsworthy historical events that her network wants media credentials to cover.

(In case you didn’t know: it’s not an automatic guarantee who goes to these events and who gets to cover them.

1. Most networks have internal discussions - which are really more like competitions between all the anchors and reporters - about who gets to cover these events. The reporters that go to London for the in-person coverage are going to be the reporters who can get the best interviews with bystanders, attendees, or the Royal-adjacent crowd. If Gayle King is gloating about “devastating” receipts she has personally seen and she’s staked her professional and public reputation on being #TeamMeghan…well, she probably isn’t going to get the kind of interviews or pull-asides that other networks with more BRF-friendly reporters get, so CBS probably isn’t sending her to London. They’re keeping her in the New York studios instead. Now Gayle might want that cushy studio job, but she might also want to be on the ground in London - we don’t know. But the fact that Gayle has stopped speaking about Meghan is striking; either she’s realized her career depends on shutting up about the BRF or she’s realized that Meghan is on a downward spiral into public obscurity and professional embarrassment and unhitched her wagon from Meghan’s coattails.

2. Outside of the rota, all media networks, British and foreign, have to request credentials (aka approval) from the BRF to attend their events and apply for a spot on the ropes or in a media center to broadcast from. So a network needs to be on good terms with the palace’s press office to ensure they get a good spot for broadcasting. While the palace isn’t going to outright reject or deny credentials to a network or a reporter critical of them or their principals, they’re certainly going to make it clear they’re not a preferred network and that’s going to be through giving them a not-so-good placement. So when a network is having the internal discussion/competition about who to send, they’re going to take into consideration what kinds of public comments their most-visible reporters or anchors have said and how it affects their chances for placement.

So the chances that BRF silenced Gayle are pretty small. It’s more likely that Gayle herself decided Meghan was the wrong horse to back when she considered potential ramifications to her career with all the BRF events that were - at the time - in the pipeline.)

So all that…and now I must ask: are you honestly, seriously, really telling me that the head of state in Britain cares that much about suppressing terrible information about themselves that they’d smother a whole bunch of C-list actors, some nobodies, one of the most famous women in the world, and a reporter in NDAs prohibiting them from speaking?

Put down Finding Freedom and Endgame and go take a walk in some crunch leaves, because this take is wild.

(My deepest, sincerest apologies to Gina Torres and Wendell Pierce, who are very much A-List and were shining beacons of gloriousness amidst the sea of cable C-Listers.)

[zin-fan-del]

Holdin' Out for a Hero

~5.000 word story featuring gay lizards and blueberry inflation. Also available for reading here on my main website!

"I've been holding out on this until I found someone like you." Windsor's words filled the quiet, dimly-rit room so suddenly it made the scales on Mehji's back momentarily crawl. Beneath the idyll autumn sceneries at the ranch house, he had been led to a room packed with machinery and chemical equipment. The crisp air and warm-hued leaves gave way to a well-camouflaged den of metallic greens and blues.

"Don't say cryptic things," the perturbed lizard just over half his height rebuked, keeping up pace behind his tour guide. His hands dug deep into the pockets of his sweatpants, despite the warmth radiating from the machines all over. As they walked, Mehji snuck several glances away from the curiosities all around to try and read Windsor's face. All he could make out was a confident, smug grin.

"So," the pale dragon's march stopped as the two approached an unusual display glowing with minty green light, "this is my magnum opus." He turned on a heel to face his guest, wearing the same baffling smirk… Next to this stellar contraption, though, a sparkle danced in his eyes.

Mehji's gaze broke with Windsor as he sized up the machine. Inside, like a sample floating in an enormous test tube, a full-body jumpsuit, boots, gloves and a mask were suspended. Looking at it, even up close, it was difficult to tell whether they were actually submerged in liquid or resin. The glass container appeared ethereal, draped in fluorescent viridian shining from lamps below. The tube was embedded in a steel base platform decorated by flickering control panel buttons.

The torso of the bodysuit was decorated with interweaving stripes that diverge and trace the outer arms and legs. A slim black belt featuring an elliptical metal buckle outlined in studs divided it in half vertically. The gloves and boots had cuffs shaped into wide spikes splayed outward. The lurid crimson fabric patterned with bold gray details appeared well-made, albeit strangely large and baggy.

"Is… is this your Halloween costume?" Mehji surmised, scratching the back of his head and forcing a smile. "It's, uh, cool. Which superhero was this again?"

Reacting to the lukewarm response, Windsor's face dropped into a disappointed frown. Unsure what he could have said wrong, Mehji chuckled nervously.

"This is not some measly costume. This… is Wrath." As the white dragon spoke of his creation, he turned to cast a prideful gaze thereupon, a smile creeping back onto his face.

"Isn't that one of those cardinal sins, mister…?" Mehji prodded jokingly. But Windsor simply sighed and faced him, speaking up with a serious tone.

"Mehji, do you remember the day we met?" Windsor's serious, seemingly off-the-cuff question was startling, though easily answered.

"Of course, though I barely believe it. We rolled people the size of zeppelins out of a restaurant…" Giving a brief nod, Windsor carried on.

"Aster City has been ravaged by that same incident happening again and again. People all over the place, in small groups, uncontrollably blowing up. It's a rapid growth that turns your body blue and fills you with juice." As he recounted the events of the past weeks, Windsor's eyes closed tight and he tapped between his brows with an index finger.

"The… the blueberries…" Mehji pulled a hand out of his pocket to insinctively carress his stomach, casting his mind back to the situation in question. His face must have contorted slightly as he spoke, because the taller reptilian's smug grin returned. A nervous feeling raging through Mehji spawned beads of sweat on his forehead.

"You were of great help that day. In fact, I don't think I've seen anyone else quite so excited to do heavy lifting." A gentle blush rose to Mehji's cheeks and his eyes forced themselves away.

"I- I just like being a helpful lil' guy, is all," the embarrassed green lizard attempted to clarify. "Was just following your instructions, really…"

"Then you won't mind putting this suit on for me." With a fluid motion, Windsor reached out and pressed a large eject button on the container's control panel. Immediately, the tube's glass walls slid down to the base, flooding the room in glowing seafoam hues. The garments gently fluttered down to the platformbeneath them, landing at Windsor's waist height.

"Right now? You want a superhero strip show?" Mehji jabbed into Windsor's side playfully with an elbow. "Ya gooner."

"W-what?!" Now, it was the alabaster reptile's turn to blush, which he poorly hid by turning his chin up and away. "To make fast-changing possible, it's designed to fit around any kind of dresswear. You don't even need to take your shoes… off…"

His spiel was abruptly interrupted upon reopening his eyes. Mehji's lower half was already stripped down to just boxers, and his arms were raised over his head to remove the white wifebeater formerly obscured by a large jersey. As he casually tossed the shirt into a pile of his other discarded clothes, their eyes locked. This time, it was Mehji's turn to meet a stunned, flushed face with a cocky smirk.

"What? Are you gay?" He teased, flexing his right bicep playfully. Windsor's jaw dropped but his brain had yet to catch upto speed.

"Well, but… It's not like… Y-you just don't have to, um, undress if you don't want to," the words raced each other out of his gaping maw, but Windsor's composure wasn't regained whatsoever.

"Enough yapping, you dork. You wanna see these guns in a tight suit?" Windsor's diamond eyes shot back and forth from the nearly-nude hunk actively teasing him, unable to conjure up words. "I wanna see more of that look on your face."

As he spoke, Mehji took hold of the suit and unfolded it before him. It unfurled all the way out onto the floor, despite being suspended in his hands over his head. Expeditiously, he unzipped the flashy suit from the top down to the tail-hole, and stepped inside with one leg.

"It's huge," he noted aloud while dressing himself. "You couldn't have secretly taken my measurements better?"

"… You'll see how it works," Windsor retorted, cheeks still rosy. Mehji raised a brow, uncertain what that could mean, but continued, trusting the dragon's guidance to be benign. As he slid his arms down the sleeves of the costume, he turned around.

"Help me out," Mehji instructed, gesturing with one hand at the zipper running down his back. Windsor stepped forward and, with a single decisive tug, closed it all the way up to his neck.

"Excellent. A perfect fit!" Windsor exclaimed with glee as Mehji slowly turned around. The suit was, contrarily, extremely loose and tall, despite being sealed quite firmly around his wrists, ankles, the base of his tail and the top of his neck. As he slid on the boots and gloves, Mehji felt the accessories snap into place like magnets. Despite the unflattering fit, there was a remarkable degree of care put into every piece.

"So, this is what you're into…?" Mehji probed, his tone landing between serious and jokingly pejorative. Most of the fabric was exaggeratedly draped around him like a blanket. He waved his arms slightly up and down, expectedly uncomfortable. "I think some, uh, adjustments might be necessary." From behind, Windsor raised the bandana-like mask up to the smaller reptile's eyes, fastening it into a secure knot below the spikes on his head. Despite their stark-white eyecaps, the mask conferred surprisingly unimpeded visibility.

"Quiet, now… Just follow my lead. You know which arm is your right one?"

"I'm not completely helpless, mister." Mehji smirked, and gestured with the according arm.

"Good. Snap your fingers with that hand."

"Like this?"

Upon triggering the click between his index finger and thumb, a small but distinct beep from the suit's chest area rang out. Before he could react, with the light sound of a vaccuum sealer, the entire garment restricted against his body.

"Guh--" Mehji gasped, puffing out his chest as he felt the soft fabric grow quickly tense. A sense of surprise stunned his jaw open as he held out both arms, contorting around to survey his body with wide eyes. "Holy… That scared me shitless." But as he continued to twist around, the initial shock gradually settling, an emphatic grin spread onto his face. "Hah… haha! Wow. How the fuck did you pull this off?"

The garment was fitted, in the blink of an eye, to perfection. Every curve of his body appeared sculpted beneath the unbelievably smooth fabric. With awe illuminating his visage, the green lizard was stunned into staring at himself in the reflection of a tall machine. This comfort level in such a tight garment was unthinkable to him. It would take hours of meticulous stitching to achieve anything similar.

"You look incredible." Windsor spoke up after letting his newly-dressed partner look himself over. He walked up behind the distracted man and planted both hands on his shoulders. Mehji, who had been on-edge just moments before, didn't react at all. "What you're looking at… What you're wearing… is how I'll fix the blueberries. This is Wrath."

"Your answer is to become a superhero?" Mehji curied, still transfixed on his own reflection. "I thought they caught the guy behind the breakouts already."

"Not quite." Windsor's hands began to explore his guest's figure. "I'm no hero. All I have is this flashy suit…" His palms follow the lines down Mehji's arms before gripping the sides of his chest and sliding down to his waist. "The blueberries just keep popping up, no matter how many culprits get arrested." His words kept Mehji from melting into the gentle massage. "You might now know, but some even remain afflicted long-term, expanding repeatedly…"

Mehji's body, mostly cool beneath the breathable bodysuit, couldn't resist warming up with big hands prodding at it. With an audible gulp, he stared into Windsor's calm eyes and spoke, "I thought permaberries were mythical."

"On the contrary, there are many. And twenty-ton life isn't easy in the city. You just don't fit in anywhere." Winsdor lifted his hands away from Mehji's hips and turned on a heel to take a few steps away. Windsor grew unxpectedly quiet as his brow shaded his downturned eyes. An indiscernable but painful emotion rose with him, expressed clearly through his self-assured facade.

"What're you going to do then? Find out whodunnit? Or run around, juicing everyone in your path?" Mehji brainstormed lightheartedly but his lanky suitor's demeanor refused to lighten.

"Nah." Click. Turning to face Windsor, Mehji heard the distinctive click priming the raygun pointed in his face, which began glowing with electric vigor. "I'm gonna make the problem so bad someone else solves it." Shivers rocketed up Mehji's spine and a sweat drop fell from his chin. "How about it? Just one beam and you'll get your dream body. It's like magic." Windsor responded, staring down his quaking partner deviously.

"W… wait…" the man sizing up a gun pointed his way sputtered. "What…? Dream body? It'll make me ripped if I want?" Mehji couldn't contain his questions, startled by the sudden attack. In his racing mind, the short lizard pictured himself bulging with muscles in the stunning red suit.

"Only if you truly dream of that." Windsor assured as the gun's charging light grew ever vibrant. Mehji groaned quietly, uncertain. Never in his dreams had he imagined himself so rich in brawn. But if this was a chance to quickly grow, he'd kick himself for declining.

So, with a face stiff as steel, he consented concisely.

"Hit me."

A bright ray blinded him as it collided with his midsection, disspating into him as a warm light. Windsor blew on the red-hot tip of the raygun forcefully, breaking up a steam cloud pouring off of it. As his eyes reopened, Mehji looked down to survey his body again, but nothing had visibly changed about it. He patted himself down with gloved hands, unable to sense any dramatic alterations to his figure as Windsor placed the raygun on a nearby counter.

"It didn't work…?" Mehji pumped an arm in the air, flexing it as dramatically as possible. "I haven't gained a pound."

Windsor laughed snidely. "It takes a while so you can really savor the change," He watched the suited-up lizard hastily squeeze at his own muscles, testing for any identifiable growth. "But it looks like it's working just fine to me."

Several questions rose to mind but were beaten to Mehji's lips by a loud belch. He raised a fist to cover it as best as possible, embarrassed. With his other hand, he rubbed at his belly just above his belt. Paying close attention, he could sense bubbles rising in his stomach before they rose sharply in volume. But still, his midsection was no flatter than normal. His brows furrowed in confusion.

"Surely this isn't a gun that just makes you gassy, mister?" Mehji joked. But as he pulled away the hand covering his mouth, he noticed a strange effect creeping its way down his arm. "Wait, huh…?" A deep cornflower color had sneakily appeared around his upper torso. On closer inspection, however, the splotchy effect was spreading like airbrushed paint toward his wrists. He leaned over, watching it race down his front, traveling past his groin and knees down his legs.

As the realization sank in, his breath paused momentarily, then picked back up into a rapid rhythm. As he turned his head back up, the sight of Windsor's euphoric grin made butterflies go wild in his stomach. Blood rushed to his face with such speed enough to nearly knock Mehji out. Embarassed to beet-red, he span around to the mirrored surface from just moments ago…

But the face that greeted him was a deep, rich indigo. In fact, in just seconds, blue hues swallowed his entire body, as though he was dipped in a vat of dye.

"I think I know where this is going," Windsor ominously murmured through a giddy sneer. Mehji's panicked eyes shot back up as his arms dropped to his side. "And that means I chose correctly with you," the taller lizard's tail grew erect as he watched on, struggling to contain elated laughter.

"No way," Inside his mind, Mehji was torn between fear and excitement. But his stomach was churning like an ice-cream machine, kicking up a racket even as he doubled over, pressing into it with both hands. "In my dreams, it doesn't… start this fast…" He was overcome with the sensation of having ravenously eaten past his limit. Through the thin fabric of his suit, he could feel his belly protruding scantly. Between the clamoring of his strained stomach and the soft gut where defined abs just were, the grumbling lizard began bloating up like he went overboard on soda.

The tall dragon released a deep belly-laugh he had kept bottled in for a while. Across the cool tiles he strode, placing a pair of fingers beneath Mehji's chin and lifting it to meet his gaze directly. He spoke warmly as he stroked it gently, ogling his helpless victim's face cloaked in the vivid hues of spirulina. "I'll keep you safe. I promise." Mehji swallowed dramatically as the gurgling from his gut continued, embarrassed to have his upset stomach heard by Windsor. But the white dragon stood close in front of him, their bodies separated by less than an inch. "Just enjoy the ride."

"Urk-!" Mehji, captured in the moment, momentarily forgot what situation he was in. He looked down in disbelief, his jaw slightly unhinged. "It's… really happening!" The juice filling him up spilled over. His belly, once meticulously slim, puffed up into a growing mass approaching the size of a basketball. In and out, the short lizard panted, trying to rationalize his situation. With a single curious hand, he pressed into the dramatically swelling paunch, leaving behind a dark handprint-shaped stain. He moaned as his gut kept duly stretching outward, pursing out over the tight belt cradling it from below.

Windsor pressed his waist into the ballooning lizard's girth, wrapping an explorative arm around his waist. "How's it feel…?" His voice dipped into deep tones as he uttered the question, eyes meticulously soaking in every inch of his subject.

"I can't stop filling up…" Mehji spat out between breaths, his body overtaken by a flurry of senses. "You're going to fucking pop me!" He ballooned so quickly and with such force that a natural sense of alarm rang out. But as Windsor's weight leaned into the sensitive, swollen pillow forming on his front, a rapturous pleasure overtook him. Its forceful growth continued unabated, blocking his view below his own midriff, before juice began to trickle out into the rest of his body.

"You'll be alright," Windsor spoke with a genuine tone that betrayed his devious expression. "Just relax, berry boy. Your fantasies are coming true."

At once, both of his breasts swelled up, spurning another gutteral noise from Mehji. His chest pressed against his chin as it grew, deepening the ecstasy gradually welling up in him. As he stared into Windsor's calm eyes his anxious trembling from before dissolved into a ravishing calm. With a smooth motion, Windsor's fingers cupped around his partner's asscheek, giving it a firm squeeze.

As if choreographed, Mehji's cheeks surged with juice. First, his ass ballooned outward, the pressure of Windsor's squeeze growing as it pressed into it. A rush of delight soared in Mehji, to whom the sensation of a hand on his taut skin felt electric, only intensifying as billows of juice pumping into him.

Moments later, desperate for room, the juice worked its way up past his chest. His lips pursed, pressed together by his face swelling as though with millions of calories at once. Mehji's eyes rolled back uncontrollably, unable to be kept in control as the tide of sweet liquid sqeezed itself inside of him. The emotions ripping through him, spurred on by the pressure of Windsor's sensual grip, overloaded his thoughts.

"Now this is what I'm into…" Windsor grumbled, his face twisted in a nefarious, turned-on smirk. As Mehji ballooned up in his arms, staggering at the sheer heft of his burgeoning frame, he was forced to step back. Gripping the sides of the swollen lizard's waist, he admired his handiwork with delight. With each deep breath, his nostrils were filled with the scent of fresh blueberry. He bit his lower lip to hold in an unhinged moan.

"You gotta help me, man…!" Mehji shouted as his limbs fattened up with ease, forcing him to extend them into a pose like a starfish. The gurgling, creaking bedlam from inside of him overwhelmed his ears as he gushed with fluid. His skintight suit squeezed against his inflating body, stubbornly refusing to break at even a single seam. The dark juice handprints staining his apparel had spread to encompass him entirely. Traces of the saccharine violet fluid were pressed out of Mehji's every pore, stickying the floor with a puddle beneath his feet.

"How am I… supposed to live… as a blueberry?" Words eked out of the stout reptile's mouth between heavy breaths. He waddled about, desperately redistributing his ballooning weight. At first, most of his girth localized around his waist. But the unrelenting pressure mounting within him forced its way outward, rounding his frame out smoothly. Rapidly transforming in such a revealing costume was embarassing, no matter how well it contained his bulging form.

"Well, for starters, I hope you like the flavor." Windsor joked, stepping back again. "But besides that, you don't have to do much of anything. Kick back and go with the flow." Then, with a swift but gentle tackle, he shoved into the massive lizard. With a yelp, Mehji stumbled back before his balance gave out and his gargantuan rear collided with the ground. "Not that you have much of a choice at this point."

Mehji flapped his limbs with all the force he could muster, but they resisted, steadily growing bulkier with each passing second. All he could do was wiggle his hands and feet, reveling in the sensation of being blown up into the spitting image of a blueberry.

His legs had grown so wide that they seemed to melt into the girth of his waist. His feet wriggled, vainly struggling against the force of his round groin gradually swallowing them up. The bubbling juice roared as it surged up his body to fill out his torso similarly, trapping his hands. As he swelled into a near-perfect sphere, losing complete control of his distended body, his suit miraculously stretched to encompass it seamlessly. The growing lizard moaned and groaned, eyes darting around to observe his impossibly huge body progressively expanding. Forced apart by his torso, he helplessly watched his hands disappear over the sides of his own burgeoning figure.

Windsor, with ever-curious hands, felt at the seams of the suit running flush down Mehji's spherical body. Despite showing obvious signs of tension, it remained unbroken, even around the areas that had fattened up the most. The thin belt wrapped snugly around the blueberry's midsection caused his flesh to purse gently around it. Like an artist surveying their own masterpiece, he radiated with joy, staring on at Mehji with a serene smile.

But Mehji continued to inflate. As he fattened beyond his own range of reach, his feet were ungrounded by the swelling fat between them. His body balloned outward, rising up like a nearly-full beach ball being topped off with air. Back and forth his globular body rocked, skin and suit creaking as though reaching their limits. Mehji's limbs stretched as far as they could, but his body swallowed them up as it swelled even wider.

"Mmph! Mmmm…" While being sucked into his swelling body, Mehji's plump cheeks sealed his mouth shut. All he could manage to vocalize were quiet grunts. He could hardly turn his head, let alone see over the rising girth encompassing it. Even his most mobile parts were similarly trapped, leaving his hands and feet incapable of more than gentle wiggling. "Helpff…" Raised up by his round backside, staring at the metallic ceiling, a single weak word rose to his lips.

"You're so ripe, I could just take a big, fat bite…" Windsor walked back up to the blueberry and embraced it again, pressing his face into the smooth, taut surface. "Or bake the world's biggest pie."

Rounding out, Mehji felt his inflation start to ease for the first time. As his creaking frame finally blew past Windsor's height, it rocked around its center point. The blueberry lizard's weight rocketed exponentially as the final traces of juice surged into him in a quick, steady burst. With that, Mehji moaned loudly, his face too swollen to vocalize anything more complex. As the final wave poured into him, slowing his expansion to a trickle, all that could be heard in the dark room was the raucous sloshing of fluid settling inside him.

Mehji was desparate to shout if it would relieve even a tiny fraction of the pressure to which he had been filled. Despite being painless, his turgid body was in an extreme excess of pressure beyond that which any person could reasonably reach. His face was still hot with feverish embarrassment, stressed largely by the immobility that so immediately overtook him.

"In fact, I have many plans for you," Windsor continued. While talking, he shifted his weight down, rolling the taut round balloon toward himself. It took a few tugs to position him correctly, but eventually, Mehji's puffy face appeared over the top of the round mass. The two watched each other intently as Mehji continued rolling, only coming to a halt as his face pointed down to meet Windsor's head-on. "You're the biggest berry I've ever seen, and that's saying something." Just like before, Windsor stuck a single hand beneath Mehji's bloated chin, caressing it with passion-filled eyes.

But this time, he leaned in to plant a kiss on Mehji's lips. The two closed their eyes and the moment froze for just a second before the lanky dragon pulled back.

"Thank you," he murmured, staring the blueberry straight in the eyes. "Now, go ahead and snap again. Right hand."

It took a moment before Mehji processed what he had been told. The sensation of being trapped in his own engorged body was frankly stunning. Moments later, though, he weakly forced his fingers together, accomplishing a single quiet snap. Instinctively, Windsor raised a single arm to cover his eyes and held his breath.

Incomprehensibly speedily, Mehji felt high tension envelop his entire body, pressing inward in all directions. "Holy--!" Before he could make sense of it, the fat distorting his face disappeared, allowing him to emit half of a startled interjection. Like a water balloon being popped, he deflated, a surge of juice spraying out and covering the room in all directions. As though his transformation played out in reverse, he was pressed completely free of juice in just seconds. In fact, it occurred so quickly that his belly was lifted away from the ground, leaving the short lizard momentarily suspended in mid-air.

But such conditions did not last, as he came tumbling down to the ground, landing on what remained of his cushy paunch before it quickly reverted to its original flat shape. As the wave of juice freed from him landed, raining from the ceiling, he clambered to his feet with a hand on his pounding head.

"I… I popped. I thought you said…" Mehji grumbled, patting at his midsection grumpily. At first, his perceived betrayal by Windsor sparked in him a flash of anger. But as he patted himself down top to bottom with both hands, looking over his decidedly normal-looking body, it fizzled out. "What kind of wizardry is this?"

"Hahahaha," Windsor laughed heartily before scooping Mehji up into a bear hug. Oddly, the former was drenched in deep blue juice, while the latter had reverted to his typical coloration. It ere as though it never changed. "It worked! What a success!"

"Whoa, whoa, what do ya mean?!" Mehji, held up by a pair of arms around his midsection, continued to survey his own hands. "How did you get all that out of me so fast?"

"Alright, I'll explain," the tall dragon set Mehji back down on his feet gently. "This was all a test for that suit. It didn't break and the compression mechanism worked flawlessly." Mehji gave a baffled look, so he continued. "It can basically squeeze you back to shape. See, look! That was all in you!"

Windsor spun around with his hands extended wide, smiling more than anyone witnessing so much property damage ever should. There was a thin pool of juice beneath their feet and not a single centimeter of wall space wasn't coated in the substance. Mehji patted his belly, cogs turning in his head, as he examined the damage.

Did any of that even really happen? He thought pensively. Is this… a dream right now?

"Do you… wanna give these suits out to people?" Mehji inquired, trying to imagine what could have motivated such a mystical invention. "That's your plan to solve the blueberry epidemic?"

"No," Windsor replied directly, still surprisingly cheerful. "Like I said, this world isn't built to accomodate for berries to exist." While speaking, he strolled over to the table upon which the raygun from earlier was set. Mehji recoiled instinctively as he picked it up but relaxed upon seeing it resting on its side in his open palms.

"I must admit I lied about this," Windsor gingerly raised the weapon in the air. "This gun just makes blueberries out of everyone it hits. The only thing here that can read your dreams… is me."

Struck at the understanding that he had been deceived, Mehji's mouth fell agape. What he had just experienced was a snowstorm of emotions hardly able to be captured by words.

"My plan? Simply fill the world with blueberries until it changes." Windsor laid out his intentions plainly.

"Are you the one who started all this, then?" Mehji probed with a gravely serious tone, still unmoving from where he originally stood up.

"No," answered Windsor, his eyes fixed upon his partner to convey his words with identical gravity. "I have my suspicions as to who did but am uncertain." For a moment, in the sickly-sweet subterranean study, the two tensely stared each other down. "So, with all that said…" Windsor stepped forward, still suspending the gun in outstretched arms. "I would like to ask you to be my partner in crime."

Mehji could not have predicted what transpired in the past few minutes. As he looked down at the firearm being given to him, he reached up with a single gloved hand to accept it but froze just inches away. With unsteady eyes, he sought for comfort in Windsor's warm, intent smile. Then, returning his focus, he picked it up by the handle, resting a careful finger on the trigger guard.

The weapon entered his grip comfortably, weighing subtantially less than he anticipated. Windsor relaxed his arms at his sides, glowing with pride at the sight of Mehji in his suit.

"I suppose that does sound a little fun," Mehji smirked as he posed with the gun pointed toward the porcelain-white dragon. He held it for a moment before angling his aim to just narrowly miss to the right. "Who know what else you have stashed down here, too?"

For the first time since he began swelling, Mehji soaked in the room in close detail as he lowered his weapon. All around him were workstations, machinery, tools and clothing. The scene was almost fantastical, decorated with active monitors and branding painted across the walls. A rather simplistic emblem in the shape of a W appeared in more places around the laboratory than he originally noticed.

"Well, in that case, welcome to Wrath HQ… rookie." Windsor's frigidly serious demeanor defroze as he offered a playful handshake. With his empty hand, Mehji reached out and accepted it. "So, how's about we get to cleaning u--?!"

Rambling made Windsor visibly inattentive, so Mehji gave him a swift tug on the arm, pulling the two men into a firm embrace. Before his eyes could flutter open, the short lizard delivered a passionate kiss unto the lips of the other. With one of Mehji's arms around his waist, Windsor let himself slide into the liplock.

Suddenly, the room flashed white. A warm sensation disspiated into Windsor from his back. As though unbothered, he pulled away from kissing the man that just shot him with a toothy, satisfied grin.

"Before that…" Mehji looked directly into Windsor's eyes as he tossed away the still-warm raygun. "I wanna see if your dream body is the same as mine…" He gripped behind Windsor's ass firmly on both sides as the two reptiles pressed into each other, exchanging loving, menacing grins. "…And I wonder if juice tastes sweeter when harvested with revenge." Windsor took in a deep breath as he rested his arms on Mehji's broad shoulders. "Don't hold out on me, now…"

But across the happy face he gazed into longingly, a vivid blue had already begun to spread.

[princesscatherinemiddleton]

The Princess of Wales’ Year in Review: June

June 1st - The Prince and Princess of Wales were present at the Marriage of The Crown Prince of the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan with Miss Rajwa Al Saif which took place at the Zahran Palace. They then attended the wedding reception June 6th - The Princess of Wales visited Windsor Family Hub. That afternoon, she received Mrs. Alice Webb (Trustee of The Royal Foundation) at Windsor Castle June 7th - The Princess of Wales, Joint Patron of the Royal Foundation and Patron of the Rugby Football Union, visited Maidenhead Rugby Football Club June 8th - The Princess of Wales, Joint Patron of the Royal Foundation, held an Early Years Meeting June 14th - The Princess of Wales, Joint Patron of the Royal Foundation, held an Early Years Meeting June 15th - The Princess of Wales, Joint Patron of the Royal Foundation of The Prince and Princess of Wales, visited Riversley Park Children's Centre. Later, she received Professor Eamon McCrory (Board Member of the Royal Foundation Centre for Early Childhood Advisory Group) at Windsor Castle June 16th - A film was released highlighting the vital role that health visitors play in the community, which includes footage of The Princess of Wales shadowing health visiting teams at Homerton Healthcare NHS Foundation Trust. That evening, the Prince of Wales, Colonel of the Welsh Guards, and The Princess of Wales, Colonel of the Irish Guards, attended the Senior Colonels' Conference and Dinner at Clarence House June 17th - The Wales family joined the extended members of the British Royal Family at The King's Birthday Parade, also known as Trooping the Colour June 19th - The Princess of Wales was present when the King, accompanied by The Queen, The Prince of Wales, and others, held a Chapter of the Most Noble Order of the Garter in the Throne Room, Windsor Castle. The King later gave a Luncheon Party for the Companions of the Most Noble Order of the Garter at which The Queen, The Prince and Princess of Wales, and others were present June 20th - The Princess of Wales, Patron of the National Portrait Gallery, officially reopened the newly renovated National Portrait Gallery June 22nd - Prince George was spotted touring Eton alongside his parents June 23rd - The Prince and Princess of Wales honoured Royal Ascot with their presence June 24th - The Princess of Wales joined Roger Federer in a video for Wimbledon, focusing on the ball boys and girls June 27th - The Princess of Wales officially opened Hope Street June 28th - The Princess of Wales, Patron of the Victoria and Albert Museum, officially reopened the newly renovated Young Victoria and Albert Museum June 29th - The Princess of Wales, Joint Patron of the Royal Foundation, held an Early Years Meeting. Afterwards, she held further meetings. The Country Life cover photographed by the then-Duchess of Cambridge won the Cover of the Year title at the PPA Awards, the ‘Oscars’ of the magazine world June 30th - The Princess of Wales, Joint Patron of the Royal Foundation, received Professor Eamon McCrory (Board Member of the Royal Foundation Centre for Early Childhood Advisory Group) at Windsor Castle

[scotianostra]

On 8th August 1825 Angus Mòr MacAskill from Berneray, frequently referred to as Giant MacAskill, was known as the world's largest "true" giant, died.

Angus MacAskill stood at 7ft 9ins tall and toured the world during the 19th Century to show off his physical might and impress with his deeds of his strength.

MacAskill, born in 1825, was so small as a baby it was feared he might not survive but he rapidly grew during his teenage years. The span of his hand measured a foot wide with his shoulders stretching some 80 inches.

In 1981, he was named as the world’s largest true giant by the Guinness Book of World Records. Tales of his physical abilities are plentiful with it claimed he could pull a fishing boat in two and carry barrels of pork weighing over 20 stone under each arm with ease.

Frequently challenged to fights and physical tests, he was injured by an anchor after lifting it to please a group of French sailors.

When he was six, the MacAskills were cleared from Berneray with the family setting up a new life in Nova Scotia in the mid 1830s. MacAskill later became known as the Cape Breton Giant or simply Big Boy by those who knew him.

Despite his incredible physical presence, he is also remembered for his gentle nature and soft voice.

In 1850, MacAskill was asked by a captain who visited his home town of Englishtown to travel to America with him and perform some shows with the move opening up a lucrative showbusiness career for the Hebridean, whose stage name became Giant MacAskill.

He joined PT Barnum’s Circus and was regularly performing alongside Tom Thumb, who was just 3ft tall. It is said the Scot could hold his sidekick in the palm of his hand with the double act often appearing on circus flyers together.

During his travels across Europe, MacAskill was invited to Windsor Castle by Queen Victoria and Prince Albert where the monarch declared him “the tallest, stoutest and strongest man to ever enter the palace”, He was presented with two gold rings as a show of appreciation.

MacAskill returned home a wealthy man to his home community where he purchased a mill and a general store. He died suddenly at the age of 38 from brain fever and is buried on Cape Breton Island

The Halifax Acadian Recorder of August 15th, 1863, reported that “the well-known giant... was by far the tallest man in Nova Scotia, perhaps in British America” and that “his mild and gentle manner endeared him to all who had the pleasure of his acquaintance”.

There are two museums to MacAskill - the Giant MacAskill Heirs Association in Englishtown, Nova Scotia and the Giant Angus MacAskill Museum in Dunvegan, Skye. There, models of his giant bed and chair are on display, with the originals held by the Canadian museum. A memorial stands in his name at Berneray.

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From my beloved Roman Holiday AU that I'm finally able to write.

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“I fold.”

Alex is met with a chorus of boos and a mumbled “wuss” from June. 

“Same as last time,” Marco tsk’s from across the table.

“And the time before that,” Mattia adds.

“Exactly how much money do you guys expect me to lose tonight?” Alex asks helplessly. “Because this—.” He pulls the fifty piece out of his pocket. “Is all I have left.”

“On you,” June says. “We all know you’ve got more in the bank.”

“I’m not tapping into it for a poker game.”

“Suit yourself,” June says as she lays down her cards and the guys groan. “Royal flush.”

“Alexander,” Dante says, “you didn’t warn us that your sister was a ringer when you brought her.”

“I didn’t know,” Alex says in wonder as June collects her winnings. There must be nearly four hundred euros in the pile. “Where’d you learn to play like this?”

“A good journalist never reveals their sources,” she says simply. “You should know that.”

“Your beat is style and travel….what sources would you need to protect?”

“That is for me to know and for you to fork over your money.”

Alex shakes his head and pushes himself away from the table. “No, I’m out for real.”

There’s another round of jeers but Alex doesn’t give in.

“I couldn’t stay if I wanted to,” he explains, “I have an early appointment with His Royal Highness Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor.”

“Early,” June scoffs. “My official invitation says ten thirty.”

“Yeah, well…” Alex starts as June raises an eyebrow. “My questions are a little more in-depth than who are you wearing.”

Alex winces as June rolls her eyes.

“Dick,” June says as she reshuffles the cards.

“This prince is a big deal?” Marco asks and Alex shakes his head.

“Not really. I mean, he’s like fourth in line to the throne so he’s never even going to pretend to have any real power. The only reason we’re covering him at all is because he hasn’t been out in public at any official royal events since his dad died four years ago.”

“James Bond,” Dante remembers with a solemn nod. 

“That’s right,” Alex says. “Now the prince is on a comeback tour of Europe and we’re all supposed to act like he’s special.”

Mattia snorts. “You sound like you have a personal problem with this prince.”

Alex scoffs. “No, it’s not personal. I’m just not a fan of the monarchy. Think of all the money they’ve wasted parading this guy around. Think of all the things it could’ve funded instead. Now we all have to flock to the embassy like he’s someone important because our livelihoods depend on it when in reality he’s just some spoiled rich kid who has never had to work a day in his life.”

“Are you on blood pressure medication, Alex?” Mattia asks and Alex flips him off while the group laughs.

“I’ll see you guys around,” he tells them. “June, are you coming?”

“No way,” she says as she starts to deal. “I have more money to win.” 

“You gonna be okay to get home?”

She nods and looks meaningfully across the table at Luca, who is shy and quiet and beautiful with his olive skin and dark eyes. 

He blushes but doesn’t look away and Alex doesn’t need to know.

“All right,” Alex says as he grabs his jacket off the back of his chair. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Doesn’t leave much,” June sing-songs as Alex makes his way to the door.

Tagging: @cha-melodius @lemonlyman-dotcom @lightningboltreade @liminalmemories21 @rmd-writes @welcometololaland

[grandmaster-anne]

Court Circular | 7th March 2023

Buckingham Palace

The King and The Queen Consort today visited Colchester to mark its recently awarded city status and were received this morning at Colchester Castle Museum, Castle Park, by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Essex (Mrs Jennifer Tolhurst), the Museums Manager, Colchester City Council (Mrs Philippa Pickles) and the Mayor of Colchester (Councillor Tim Young). His Majesty, escorted by the Lord-Lieutenant, and Her Majesty, escorted by the Mayor, toured the Museum, viewing artefacts and displays, and meeting members of staff, volunteers and representatives from Colchester Garrison, community groups, local businesses, conservation projects and arts organisations. The King and The Queen Consort this afternoon visited Colchester Library, Trinity Square, Colchester, and were received by Rear Admiral Roy Clare (Vice Lord-Lieutenant of Essex). Their Majesties met beneficiaries, volunteers and members of staff from Age UK and the Silver Line at an Afternoon Tea, and subsequently were briefed about the Library’s impact in the community through the Essex Year of Reading. The Prince of Wales, on behalf of The King, held an Investiture at Windsor Castle this morning.

Kensington Palace

The Princess of Wales, Joint Patron, the Royal Foundation of The Prince and Princess of Wales, this morning held an Early Years Meeting.

St James’s Palace

The Earl of Wessex this morning visited the City of London Academy Shoreditch Park, 40 Hyde Road, London N1. His Royal Highness, Patron, the National Youth Theatre of Great Britain, this evening attended the “Make A Splash” Gala Dinner at the Londoner, 38 Leicester Square, London WC2. The Countess of Wessex, Patron, Dystrophic Epidermolysis Bullosa Research Association, this afternoon attended a Lunch at the Landmark Hotel, 222 Marylebone Road, London NW1. Her Royal Highness, Patron, Vision Foundation, later held a Meeting.

St James’s Palace

The Princess Royal, accompanied by Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence, this afternoon attended the Grand Military Meeting at Sandown Racecourse, Portsmouth Road, Esher, and was received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Surrey (Mr Michael MoreMolyneux).

St James’s Palace

The Duke of Kent, Grand Master, United Grand Lodge of England, this evening attended the Board of Grand Stewards Dinner at Brooks’s, St James’s Street, London SW1.

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‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾»»»»» muse master list, so after about a month of hiatus and false return promises, I've finally got my shit together! I've removed a few muses, added a few muses, and ultimately categorized them into six groups. I've done this because I often feel like my muses would know each other, now I can keep up with those connections with a filing system, effectively. It also helps me separate what is an otherwise quite large selection of muses that would likely overwhelm me were they all just mashed together into one big list. this is mostly for me, honestly, but I thought I'd have it posted up as a way to share a little bit more about my muses, whilst my muse page is being reworked. I'm gonna link cheat sheets to each muse, they'll include basic information like name, age range, connections, orientation, headcanons and kinks, and also maybe plot ideas as they come and go. muses below!

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categorized by muses with an abundance of wealth.

Harrison Abbot. cheat sheet. ( fc > alex fitzalan )

Remi Windsor. cheat sheet. ( fc > savannah lee smith/ryan destiny )

Tobias Wilkes. cheat sheet. ( fc > keith powers/algee smith )

Valentina Ferreira. cheat sheet. ( fc > camila mendes )

Fitzwilliam Aldridge. cheat sheet. ( fc > charles melton )

Charlotte Montgomery. cheat sheet. ( fc > valentina zenere/sarah michelle gellar )

Elijah Anthony. cheat sheet. ( fc > daniel ezra )

Mali Saetang. cheat sheet. ( fc > n/a atm )

Brandy Vega. cheat sheet. ( fc > penelope cruz/salma hayek )

the ranch ‣‣‣

categorized by muses who live and work on the buffet ranch.

Ted Buffet. cheat sheet. ( fc > jeffrey dean morgan )

Wade Buffet. cheat sheet. ( fc > drew starkey/rudy pankow )

Barbie Buffet. cheat sheet. ( fc > diana silvers/hailee steinfeld )

the tour bus ‣‣‣

categorized by muses that are adjacent or involved in rockstar culture.

Otis Beckett. cheat sheet. ( fc > sebastian chacon/will harrison )

Bowie Romero. cheat sheet. ( fc > alexa demie )

Roman Romero. cheat sheet. ( fc > tyler posey )

Martina Rossi. cheat sheet. ( fc > camila morrone )

Penelope Quinn. cheat sheet. ( fc > nicola peltz/suki waterhouse )

Patrick Spence. cheat sheet. ( fc > joseph quinn )

the cell block ‣‣‣

categorized by muses who are morally corrupt. this includes muses who are violent, toxic, murderous, criminally versed etc. fair warning that these muses usually have the most intense set of kinks.

Connor Hawthorne. cheat sheet. ( fc > jacob elordi )

Claudia Jagger. cheat sheet. ( fc > maggie lindemann/barbie ferreira )

Vanessa Guerra. cheat sheet. ( fc > melissa barrera )

Wesley Loomis. cheat sheet. ( fc > felix mallard )

Bunny Brandt. cheat sheet. ( fc > mikey madison )

Damien Vaughn. cheat sheet. ( fc > dylan obrien )

the motel ‣‣‣

categorized by muses who incapsulate the 'daisy dukes' and 'pabst blue ribbon' americana aesthetic.

Colt Warner. cheat sheet. ( fc > david harbour )

Candy Waterhouse. cheat sheet. ( fc > sydney sweeney )

Duffy Maye. cheat sheet. ( fc > grace van dien )

Abigail Ramsey. cheat sheet. ( fc > madelyn cline/sabrina carpenter )

Angelica Dean. cheat sheet. ( fc > mia goth )

the apartment building ‣‣‣

categorized by muses who I could see inhabiting a dingy apartment in the middle of a city, spending most of their paychecks on takeout and wine.

Cherilyn Langley. cheat sheet. ( fc > madelaine petsch )

Lola Calvo. cheat sheet. ( fc > jenna ortega )

Michael Ostreicher. cheat sheet. ( fc > joe keery )

Brooke McConnell. cheat sheet. ( fc > alisha boe )

Teddy McConnell. cheat sheet. ( fc > mason gooding )

Catalina Ortiz. cheat sheet. ( fc > maia reficco )

Sam Soo-Hyun. cheat sheet. ( fc > woo do-hwan )

Simone Bellefleur. cheat sheet. ( fc > laura harrier )

Tomas Nunez. cheat sheet. ( fc > pedro pascal )

[switrusholidays]

10 Must-See Castles in Europe for Group Tours

Europe is a land of stunning architecture, rich history, and fairy-tale castles that transport you back in time. Embarking on a Europe tour with your group is the perfect way to explore these magnificent structures that tell stories of royalty, battles, and grandeur. Switrus Holidays offers curated Europe tour packages, including departures from Bangalore, ensuring a seamless and enriching experience. Here are ten must-see castles to include in your itinerary:

1. Neuschwanstein Castle, Germany

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2. Château de Chambord, France

A masterpiece of French Renaissance architecture, Chambord is as much a work of art as it is a historical monument. Perfect for group photo ops!

3. Edinburgh Castle, Scotland

Perched atop Castle Rock, this fortress offers breathtaking views of Edinburgh and a deep dive into Scottish history.

4. Alhambra, Spain

A UNESCO World Heritage Site, Alhambra showcases stunning Moorish architecture and lush gardens. A guided group tour enhances the experience.

5. Prague Castle, Czech Republic

The world’s largest ancient castle complex is a must-see for history buffs, offering Gothic and Baroque architecture and panoramic city views.

6. Windsor Castle, England

The oldest and largest inhabited castle in the world, Windsor Castle is steeped in British royal tradition. A group visit can include a glimpse of the State Apartments.

7. Peleș Castle, Romania

Located in the Carpathian Mountains, Peleș Castle is a neo-Renaissance gem filled with ornate interiors and captivating stories.

8. Hohenzollern Castle, Germany

This hilltop castle boasts stunning views and exhibits that recount the history of the Hohenzollern dynasty.

9. Buda Castle, Hungary

Overlooking the Danube River in Budapest, Buda Castle is a grand historic palace perfect for group exploration and scenic views.

10. Bran Castle, Romania

Known as "Dracula's Castle," this intriguing fortress in Transylvania blends history with legend, offering a unique group tour experience.

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Traveling in a group not only adds to the fun but also makes logistics simpler. Switrus Holidays’ Europe tour packages from Bangalore ensure you experience these castles without the stress of planning. With expert guides, comfortable accommodations, and well-organized itineraries, group tours are the best way to discover Europe’s enchanting castles.

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Premier Airport Taxis Aylesbury: The Ultimate Choice for Stress-Free Travel

In today’s fast-paced world, having a reliable and convenient taxi service to and from the airport is a priority. Aylesbury residents and visitors are fortunate to have access to Premier Airport Taxis, a highly-rated and professional airport transfer service that has become a top choice for travel within and outside the city. Premier Airport Taxis Aylesbury offers customers a seamless experience, whether they need a ride to the airport, a business meeting, or a tour around town.

In this article, we’ll explore why Premier Airport Taxis in Aylesbury is a standout choice, its range of services, and the benefits it offers to customers seeking stress-free, reliable transportation. 8 seater Minibus Hire

Why Choose Premier Airport Taxis Aylesbury?

When it comes to airport transportation, timing, comfort, and professionalism are critical. Premier Airport Taxis Aylesbury has carved out a name for itself by delivering a seamless experience focused on punctuality, customer satisfaction, and convenience. The service is known for its professional drivers, top-tier vehicles, and transparent pricing, making it a preferred choice for locals and travelers alike.

Some of the key reasons why Premier Airport Taxis stands out include:

Reliability and Punctuality: The importance of on-time pickup and drop-off can’t be overstated, especially when catching a flight. Premier Airport Taxis guarantees punctuality, with drivers arriving at the pickup location on time and taking the fastest, safest route to the destination.

Experienced Drivers: Drivers at Premier Airport Taxis are vetted, experienced, and familiar with Aylesbury’s roads and airport routes, making sure customers reach their destination efficiently. They undergo regular training to ensure they provide excellent customer service, handling any travel needs or concerns.

Well-Maintained Fleet: Premier Airport Taxis offers a range of vehicles, from standard sedans to luxury vehicles, ensuring that passengers travel in comfort and style. Every vehicle is regularly maintained, providing a smooth and clean ride for all customers.

24/7 Availability: Flights operate at all hours, and Premier Airport Taxis is available 24/7 to accommodate customers regardless of the time of day. With an easy online booking process, customers can schedule their rides in advance to avoid last-minute hassles.

Competitive Pricing and Transparency: Premier Airport Taxis in Aylesbury provides competitive pricing, with no hidden fees. Customers know exactly what they are paying for upfront, making it a budget-friendly option for all travelers.

A Range of Services for Different Travel Needs

Premier Airport Taxis in Aylesbury is much more than an airport shuttle service; they provide a wide variety of services to meet diverse travel requirements. Here are some of the key services available:

1. Airport Transfers

Premier Airport Taxis specializes in airport transfers to major airports, including London Heathrow, Gatwick, Luton, and Stansted. Their airport transfer services are seamless, with drivers tracking flights to adjust pick-up times in case of delays. This flexibility ensures that customers won’t be left waiting or miss their rides, even when flights are delayed.

2. Business Travel

Corporate clients often require a reliable transportation service for business meetings, conferences, and corporate events. Premier Airport Taxis offers a professional and timely service for business travelers, helping them reach their destination without any travel-related stress.

3. Day Trips and Tours

Aylesbury is surrounded by numerous historical sites and scenic attractions. Premier Airport Taxis offers customizable day trips and tours to popular destinations, including Oxford, Stonehenge, and Windsor Castle. This service allows travelers to explore England’s landmarks with ease and comfort, without worrying about navigation or parking.

4. Special Events and Group Travel

For special events like weddings, parties, or group outings, Premier Airport Taxis provides larger vehicles and group travel options. With minivans and buses available, customers can travel together comfortably, making it ideal for families and large groups.

Benefits of Choosing Premier Airport Taxis in Aylesbury

Choosing Premier Airport Taxis offers several advantages that make it a preferred service for travelers in Aylesbury. Here’s what makes it a unique choice:

Stress-Free and Reliable Transportation

Traveling to and from the airport can be stressful, especially if you’re navigating public transport or dealing with parking. Premier Airport Taxis offers a stress-free solution, where customers can book a reliable ride in advance. The drivers handle all aspects of travel, including managing luggage, so customers can relax.

Advanced Technology and Easy Booking

Premier Airport Taxis uses advanced booking technology, allowing customers to schedule rides through a user-friendly online portal or mobile app. Customers can track their bookings, receive updates on the status of their ride, and even choose specific preferences. The app also provides updates on estimated arrival times, so customers are always in the loop.

Environmentally Friendly Options

For those looking to reduce their carbon footprint, Premier Airport Taxis offers eco-friendly vehicle options. Their hybrid and electric vehicle choices allow passengers to make sustainable travel decisions while still enjoying the comfort of a premium taxi service.

Round-the-Clock Customer Support

In addition to 24/7 service availability, Premier Airport Taxis has a dedicated customer support team ready to help with any questions or concerns. Whether it’s a last-minute change in plans, a delayed flight, or a query about pricing, the support team is responsive and helpful.

How to Book Premier Airport Taxis Aylesbury

Booking a ride with Premier Airport Taxis is simple and convenient. Here’s a quick overview of the process:

Visit the Website or Download the App Premier Airport Taxis offers an online booking portal on its website and a mobile app. Customers can register, log in, and manage their bookings directly through these platforms.

Choose Your Service Whether it’s an airport transfer, business trip, or group travel, customers can select their preferred service, input details like pick-up location, destination, and date.

Select a Vehicle Premier Airport Taxis provides various vehicle options based on budget and preference. From standard sedans to luxury cars, customers can pick a vehicle that fits their needs.

Confirm and Pay After selecting a service and vehicle, customers receive a transparent quote and can proceed to confirm the booking. Payment options are flexible and secure, with various payment methods accepted.

Receive Confirmation and Updates Once the booking is confirmed, customers receive a confirmation email with all the details. Closer to the pick-up time, updates on the driver’s arrival are sent, ensuring a smooth travel experience.

Premier Airport Taxis in Aylesbury consistently receives positive feedback from customers. Many appreciate the punctuality, courteous drivers, and ease of booking. Frequent travelers and business clients often highlight the company’s reliability and professionalism, making it their go-to choice for airport and corporate travel needs.

Final Thoughts

Premier Airport Taxis Aylesbury looking for a dependable, comfortable, and efficient airport taxi service, Premier Airport Taxis stands out as an excellent choice. From airport transfers to day trips, Premier Airport Taxis offers a wide range of services tailored to individual and group travel needs. Their commitment to punctuality, customer satisfaction, and environmental responsibility makes them a preferred option for stress-free travel.

With easy booking options, competitive prices, and professional drivers, Premier Airport Taxis Aylesbury ensures a smooth journey every time.

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homage to the mates.

Quick news: The Princess Kate cancer video, twirly amongst nature, is false, fake, and a lie. Musk wrote the impregnation tweet to deflect from September 11 because it was Harry. We don’t know why Muzzled Meg is with microphones galore—both consensually horrible?

Harry’s eponymous Catturd Twitter account represents family pedophilia. Google the identity, king-wise. Harry posts unwitty far-right extremism like curricula for monsters. Harry Windsor—cause of school shootings, school fires, stabbings, and suicides—is a fanboy right-winger with zero political views writing slop on the Internet to lighten the mood from kidnapping that upsets your teenagers. Kids know how he’s a swaddled coward in the UK, getting paid to theorize about my rape.

He has fun outside of wedlock. Dril or wint or cunty, the online account with a Jack Nicholson picture from the film, Something’s Gotta Give. This is Harry. In 2014, he wrote: i am selling six beautfiul, extremely ill, white horses. they no longer recognize me as their father, and are the Burden of my life.

google iitz.

In non-eloquent terms, a literary pedometer about his papa enslaving little girls and threatening the actor who was their actual pen pal. In case South Sudan needs a civil rights guest speaker.

A Netflix deal for a hired ventriloquist who, for six years, has deliberately helped a California-enemy sex trafficking violator. To dire results. Could nothing be worse?

As a briefcase model, in brassy copper orange, she opened suitcase Number 11 to reveal 5 dollars inside which the video titled, Meghan Markle Has the Case Deal or No Deal Game Show Network on YouTube details, years before she accompanied her playbook bunkmate to the ESPYs as he accepted an award honoring a fallen 9/11 hero.

She was cast in a wedding day prank, procreated with the contract holder, and deceived youths with the intentional spread of inaccurate information about race, gender inequality, and cyber bullying that she’s never been subjected to. H & Birthmark: You’re a psycho and she’s nowhere near a Cleopatra Malala Yousafzai.

Meanwhile, my female rights are gone and her captor husband says he wants to live in my attic. A reference I’ve learned is not about a cathedral roof hideaway, but the anatomy of a persecuted 15-year-old girl.

Grieving parents deserve more than implementing Flip and Frogmore Cottage as Mad Hatter tea techniques to denote that she’s the wrong milady.

Kids feel bad for someone. Guess who?

In Harry code, Rachel means: Rape-U-1st.

Divorce.

Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols, at 9:02 am, in a Ryder rental truck, bombed the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995, killing 168 people because of Royal Pedophilia, Incorporated.

Tyler Hilinski—Quarterback at Washington State University was found with a gunshot wound to the head and a suicide note. 21-years-old. Four months before their wedding.

Jason Hairston—NFL player; founder and CEO of Kuiu, a hunting gear company. He was Department of the Interior liaison for hunting groups during the Trump administration. He killed himself at his home in Dixon, California. Four months after their wedding.

Jonathan Cantwell—Australian professional road bicycle racer; won a stage of the Herald Sun Tour and two stages of the Tour de Taiwan. He killed himself six months after their wedding.

Morgan Rodgers—lacrosse player at Duke University. Her mom, Dona, said she suffered a dream-shattering knee injury and on July 11, 2019, Morgan died by suicide. At 22.

Pavle Jovanovic—Olympian on the USA Bobsled team. He became a welder and hung himself in his metal shop on May 3, 2020.

Dieter Brummer—Australian actor on the soap operas, Home and Away and Neighbours. He killed himself in Glenhaven, New South Wales. July 24, 2021.

Terrence Butler—basketball star at Drexel University, studying Engineering. The 6-foot-7 forward from Prince George’s County, Maryland died by suicide on August 2, 2023.

Alec Musser—model and actor; played the role of Del Henry on All My Children. He died by self-inflicted gunshot wound in his Del Mar, California home on January 12, 2024.

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"A Typical Windsor Family Visited By Mayor," Border Cities Star. May 30, 1933. Page 6. ---- HERE is one of the Windsor families in the Kapuskasing district of Northern Ontario, visited last week by Mayor Croll and Controller Gignac. The mayor is at the left, while Mr. Gignac, the other man with a white collar, is near the right of the picture. Notice the gauntness of the group, the family of Joseph Gelinas. Armand, the oldest son, is at the right. The father was absent. Below is a typical settler's home in the Windsor-settled area of swampland and stumps.

"Windsor Family in Harty District Welcomes Mayor Croll and Controller Gignac to "Croll's Corners," Named After the Mayor," Border Cities Star. May 30, 1933. Page 3. ---- In the tour from which they hurried back to Windsor to rush relief funds north to families they describe as "starving," Mayor Croll and Controller Gignac visited 28 families. The centre picture shows one of them, the Shank family, in the Harty area. The mayor and the controller, with axes on their shoulders, are shown, second and first from the left, outside the Shank cabin. At the extreme left, another ex-Windsorite, named Gammon, who acted as their guide throughout the district, is shown helping Shank operate a stump-pulling rig, while the women-folk look on. Piles of brush and stump is in the Immediate background, stumps still to be pulled are in the foreground, and in the distance is a the tangle of forest and underbrush out of which land must be cleared. The picture at the right shown Mr. Gignac near the flag which the settlers have placed to mark the little settlement which they have named "Croll's Corners."

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THE MOST MYSTERIOUS X-MAN OF ALL -- IN A TOUR DE FORCE BY WINDSOR-SMITH.

PIC INFO: Resolution at 736x1139 -- Spotlight on a 1990 Marvel house advertisement for Wolverine's "Weapon X" story arc, beginning in issue #72 of "Marvel Comics Presents" Vol. 1 (cover dated March 1991). Artwork by BWS. Marvel Entertainment Group.

WRITER(S): Barry Windsor-Smith

PENCILER(S): Barry Windsor-Smith

INKER(S): Barry Windsor-Smith

COLORIST(S): Barry Windsor-Smith

LETTERER(S): Barry Windsor-Smith & Jim Novak

Source: https://forum.sanctuary.fr/t/page-s-de-pub/185608/214?page=9.

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