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The young-looking daring rascal was wearing a white satin linen corset top, with lace mesh with a flowery pattern on the cups and sides.
The Segment was peacefully moving his legs, pretending to be alone. The stockings were of white satin as well, topped with lace and kept up thanks to a garter belt."Good evening, my lord.” 18’s voice didn't tremble, but his face was gaining more color. Maybe he wasn't truly that ready for the act. "Lord Harbinger, I mean.”
Pantalone's mouth opened and closed as if he was a stupid fish out of the water.
OR: Segment 18 steal Lingerie not meant to him to get some dick from the Banker.
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18 Jun 2026
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In the darkest moments of Ragatha’s past, the one thing she could rely on was her faith. It was no different in the chaos of the Circus.
But who has she been praying to this whole time?
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06 Jun 2026
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Ever since the adventure where they all got guns, Ragatha has noticed some changes in the group, specifically with Jax and Pomni’s friendship suddenly falling apart, no doubt Jax pushed Pomni away in some way. She knows she shouldn’t step in too much, but it wouldn’t hurt to try even a little right?
Even if Jax is an asshole he doesn’t deserve to be left alone, even if it’s self-inflicted isolation, and Pomni would be sad if things stayed like this. He’s just a big dumb fluffy bunny and he definitely won’t push her away from him this time!…hopefully, maybe…
Also what’s up with Zooble seeking out and pestering Caine all of a sudden? It’s probably not important
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07 May 2026
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Caine makes the prettiest outfits for Ragatha in adventures.
She notices.Bookmarked by Bloosu
02 Apr 2026
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Childe is bizarre to look at. Face this pretty — Wriothesley only saw these kinds of faces when he stormed into rooms hidden deep in the backs of fashion venues and theaters and hotels on bird-bone thin girls and boys. Their kind of face, he. The kind that dooms its bearer to a life of being envied and coveted and mistreated because it is taunting in its eminence.
But his eyes… These eyes – he had seen them too, when he bursted through doors of men he knew of only as propagators of others’ torment and met them face to face. Those men always had the same kind of eyes. His kind of eyes. Laden. Animal-like. They make you feel as if they see right through you but at the same time gaze as if not perceiving anything at all.
Or: “My dick had led me places I would not go with a gun.” – His Grace
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20 Mar 2026