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Now, to be clear, this has nothing to do with me wanting to dress or behave more femininely. I just happen to have a very specific interest in women who take their appearance or their own femininity very seriously. There’s something about the way that women seem to fixate on makeup, hair, outfits, their own aesthetic, and the image that they broadcast to the world that really, really interests me.
So basically what I am posting for is a conversation topic that would cover any of these areas. I am interested in talking about the following purely as examples of future conversation:
Makeup techniques, brands, styles that you prefer or have favored over the years.
The same about outfits. Do you prefer heels? Flats? Another type of shoe entirely?
Have you ever worked at a job where you felt as if your appearance was one of the central reasons that you had the job? I’m thinking ‘eye candy’ specific occupations.
In the interest of making this an equal exchange of ideas, thoughts, etc, I want this to be a conversation. I do not want to be the only one coming up with things to ask or say. This isn’t simply a one-sided 20 questions. I am genuinely hopeful that I will make a new friend on here!
My name is Rick and I’m from Dallas, Texas. I have a degree in business from one of the nearby universities and I just turned 29 years old. My interests include working on my car, catching up on television shows (I’m weirdly into the Bachelor), and getting into highly charged political debates that never really solve anything.
I am only interested in having an online friendship/conversation. I will never, ever ask you for pictures or verification of your identity.

Completed: Share idea on Kernal
I have created our page and shared the IDEA on Kernal. So far people have been very helpful giving feedback as well as the staff providing a welcoming environment. Kernal seems like a good place where my idea can grow and be refine.
Completed: Talk to 3 potential customers
After posting my app on my social media accounts and talking with some friends both general and people that are in the fashion industry, I have gotten some valuable feedback on how the UI should act in order for them to feel comfortable. We have listened to their feedback to make some tweaks.
Here are some changes we made:

Moved the home page, likes and cart navigation to a bottom bar when you first open the app, this makes it easy to navigate the pages while also exposing those features to users on first glance so they have familiarity with what is possible in this app. This was a major point made by users as they wanted to get to liked products with ease.
Added a forgot password functionality to the user signin/signup. This was a much needed feature people asked for continuously.
Added a mailer functionality to our app so users get a welcome email when they are signed up, this has a feedback form link embedded. This was something we have been meaning to add so we can reach our users and also be able to send price drop notification on products they liked on any of the sites available.

Completed: MVP built
The MVP is out and has a lot of good features that we want to test with it.
Here are the main features of the MVP:

The ability to get live suggestions while shopping on any of the 12 sites available on the app
Swiping left after selecting an item on any of the stores shows you similar items from other stores and swiping right shows you items that complement the original item so you can easily create outfits. The styles are chosen using color rules from our stylist.
You can like items on any of the sites which you can pick from likes page to generate it own set of suggestions. Coming soon you will get notification if any of the items drop in price.
A FitFinder feature that allows you to upload a picture of a person or set of clothes that our app then generates recommendations for. This can help users get items that will complement their already bought items in their closet or to get inspiration from celebrities or influencer they like.
Cart: A checkout system made to check out multiple stores easier so users can shop for outfits and not just one item. Aiming to create a one button checkout process so it can even get easier.

Thank you for reading! here is a link if you would like to check out the app yourself:
https://apps.apple.com/us/app/inshop-fashion/id6444396271
Don't forget to give feedback! :)

So I hlf planned a bday party for my llm. I bought myself a what I thought was a sexy dress, hair, make up, heels. Was able to succeed in the surprise party while he was in the house (no idea how I succeeded with that). Had my kids at my parents over night for the first time, went all out. we actually had sex, twice even if you count the next morning.
When he saw my outfit I got a “you look cute”. I never get dressed up to that extent. sad face
Then when every one left and we did the deed, it was just ok (which is fine we were both drinking a lot) he wanted anal so I “let him have it” (a common bday present) he started to get ready and I playfully said “are you gonna ask for it?” And he said no and grabbed my hips, hottest thing he’s ever done (my opinion). What’s up with being able to initiate anal and take control, but not regular stuff? Still had to use my vibrator for both sessions(been a year since he’s been down there)
I guess I’m just a cute person that you can take anal from once a year sigh

It had been a year since Hela's defeat, and Asgard was finding its way to their normal routine again. Everything had been going smoothly as it could be until one day everything changed for both the Avengers and Asgard's youngest princess. During the events of Hela's reign whilst the kids were in New York things changed between them. The twins continued their training in the city, Signir went his own way and Frida decided to train in Wakanda. And now everyone was back home. Frida stayed in her room reading as she decided she wanted a break from training and fighting. She stayed in touch with everyone in Wakanda, King T'Challa was her teacher after all. He was the reason she managed to defeat Hela with the help of everyone around her. One afternoon she had a knock on her door.
"Frida…" Loki's voice spoke as he poked his head around the door. His voice was a soft yet saddened tone. He didn't want to tell her the news of what he had just found out. even Thor and Valkyrie didn't know yet as they were busy with meeting most of the day.
"You need to come downstairs for a moment… someone from Wakanda is here to see you" Frida looked up at her uncle confused, if it was someone from Wakanda they would've spoken on the beads she had gotten while training with them for two years. Loki gestured to her to join him as he waited for her to place the book she was reading aside on the bed. He watched as she ran down the corridor to the main room. Her face lit up seeing the Dora Milaje guards, Okoye gave the Asgardians a soft smile as she stepped forward to them, the guards stepped aside as two figures walked towards them from the Wakandan ship outside.
"Shuri!?"
Shuri and her mother Queen Ramonda walked between the guards. Shuri gave Frida a tight embrace since they hadn't seen each other since the fight with Hela. Loki watched the girls sadly, he had a happy smile on his face. He sensed the tension in the air as soon as the girls pulled away from their hug. Frida looked around at the guards slightly wondering if T'Challa was still on the ship. Before anyone could stop her Frida ran onto the ship to try and find her teacher only to find disappointment once she had a look around. finding no one else on the ship, she heard footsteps behind her then a voice that spoke.
"you've grown but you're still the curious kid you were when my brother began to train you…"
"Is he still in Wakanda?" Frida asked Shuri in a hopeful tone confused at why her tutor for two years wouldn't be with his family when he visited. His family visiting was weird enough but for them to be without him didn't feel right. Shuri looked down, sensing the disappointment on the young girl's face. "Frida you may need to sit down for this news… even… even your parents don't know about this yet." Shuri began, her eyes began to gloss over with slight tears as she spoke, sitting next to Frida. "Why what's going on?... why hasn't T'Challa come with you guys… this is weird for him to not come.-"
"Frida… we… We lost my brother almost a month ago." Shuri finally told her friend with tears falling down her cheeks. "we didn't know how to tell you that's why we waited a bit to come here. Plus Asgard is still recovering from Helas reign so I think you'd not want more stress on your shoulders. I thought it would be easier to tell you in person… Frida, I'm so sorry. my brother wouldn't have wanted us to be upset like this. He wouldn't have wanted you to find out this way-" Frida stayed in silence processing what Shuri was saying. she couldn't believe what she was hearing. her teacher. the one who had gotten her through the worst two years of her life was gone.
"my parents don't know… do they? Does Uncle Loki know?" Frida asked despite knowing the answer. Shuri nodded. "we had to tell him once we arrived. He wasn't able to tell you. we knew he wouldn't be able to. That's why he brought you down to us so it would be easier… but trust me this is the hardest thing I've had to do. my brother loved you while he was training you… you became like a sister to him as we both watched you grow from that scared kid to the one you've turned out to be…" Frida looked down sadly, still not believing what she was hearing, she curled up next to Shuri who cuddled her close, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to calm her down. "shh it's okay Frida… it's okay, it's okay. T'Challa wouldn't want you to be sad about this. he'd want you to remember he was proud of you while you were fighting Hela and alongside him when he wasn't ruling. he'd want you to remember your training and everything he taught you." Shuri continued stroking Frida's hair gently still cuddling the younger princess close to her. She watched as Frida slowly fell asleep with tears falling. "that's it…"
(dream sequence) Frida slowly fell asleep on Shuri who didn't seem to mind at all, the girls had become like sisters and they needed each other at this point. As Frida slept she suddenly found herself in a savannah typed grassland. She looked around, extremely confused. this place seemed familiar as if T'Challa or someone from Wakanda had told her about it while she was there. "Hello?" she called as she began to explore her surroundings she began to see black spots in the distance and soft growls. then a familiar voice. T'Challa's voice. "It's been almost a year since I've seen you young one… but you were happy the last time I saw you."
Frida turned around to face the former King of Wakanda, he was dressed in traditional Wakandan robes instead of his Black Panther outfit which he used in the battle against Hela. Frida managed to hold her tears back for a few moments which failed in the end. "hey now what's this? the youngest daughter of the mighty Thor and Valkyrie of Asgard in tears. this isn't the reunion with my student that I expected. you're stronger than this Frida. I've seen how strong you can be, especially in battle. but this is a battle I never thought you'd have to go through." T'Challa spoke as he approached his pupil. He lifted her chin to wipe the tears from her face and gave her a soft reassuring smile. Frida let out a shaky breath letting out a small giggle afterward.
"I need you here… what if Hela comes back? or something else happens…-"
"Frida. you fought with everything you had in that battle. I was there in case you needed backup. Hela was defeated because of you and Signir. not because of me. you're stronger than you realize. I don't want you to forget that okay"
"Okay…"
"Now walk with me… we don't have much time until you wake up from your nap-"
"Wait, this is a dream?... it feels real"
T'Challa ruffled Frida's hair softly before she followed him walking by his side for what she felt had been ages since she had done this. The two walked around the grasslands as T'Challa listened to everything Frida was telling him. Their time to catch up with each other was limited so they made the best of it. Frida told him everything that had happened in the past few months after Hela was defeated. "Signir had to go back to New York to get ready for fashion week. when it gets closer I'm gonna help him. we lost touch after I came to Wakanda but we're closer than ever now. he said he has a surprise for me when it's time but he won't even give me a clue as to what it is."
"You always were a curious one, Frida. you're stubborn too. mostly like your mother. you have her temper when in a fight. I may have found that out the hard way while training you"
Frida couldn't help but let out a laugh hearing her teacher say this but at the same time she knew he was right about her being like Valkyrie. "even when it Okoye training you, she and the other Dora Milaje guards said you had the heart and spirit of a warrior when in a fight." T'Challa gave his pupil a soft yet proud smile. "it seems my time with you is done for now. you're going to wake up at any moment. now I want you to remember that just because I'm gone doesn't mean I won't be with you when you need me. Frida, you have the spirit of the Black Panther and the heart of a warrior. now no more of these silly tears. It's time to be a big girl now. and big girls don't cry…"
Frida forced herself to hold back more tears as she repeated what T'Challa had said. "don't cry… don't cry." The Black Panther pulled her in for a tight and much-needed hug. Frida didn't want to let go knowing that when she woke up she would be in a world where her teacher wouldn't be. Then finally she woke up.
(end dream)
"breathe Frida breathe…" Shuri told her once she had woken up from her dream. Frida then turned to the princess of Wakanda with a shaky smile on her face. "I saw him… ha I saw him." Shuri gave Frida one more cuddle as she said this. "Come on. I think everyone's wondering if we're okay we've been in here for a while" Frida finally nodded, ready to face whatever was next. She remembered T'Challa's words before she woke up. 'Big girls don't cry' she wiped her face getting rid of whatever tears she had left trickling down her cheeks as she and Shuri exited the ship holding each other's hand tightly. Queen Romanda was waiting for them and now stood next to Val and Thor, who gave their daughter a saddened look knowing she had been close to the ruler of Wakanda. Val approached the girls first. She gave both of them a hug to comfort them. Then turned her focus to her daughter, who just gave a sad smile at her mother. Frida leaned in Val sadly and remained quiet for the rest of the Wakandan visit.
That night while the twins and Signir were with their parents downstairs for dinner, Frida stayed in her room, hidden under her blankets, not wanting to come out. Not even for a little snack. bedtime soon came and Frida still stayed silent. She barely whispered 'night' to Loki when he came to check on her before her parents did. Luckily Thor and Val were waiting outside for Loki. he gave them a defeated look to say nothing was cheering her up, and that he was running out of ideas on how to make her smile. "this has hit her hard guys…" Val spoke quietly to not wake anyone up after the kids had gone to bed. Thor, Val, and Loki went back downstairs.
"I honestly don't know what else to do. This isn't normal for her to be this silent"
"says the one who wasn't himself during the years of the blip" Val and Loki both shared a sarcastic smile at one another as they recalled the time when the world was broken by Thanos. Thor was over by the window thinking. "no this is different, she hasn't had much to eat all day after she found out about T'Challa… it wouldn't have been any different if we were the ones who told her if we found out before she did… he and Shuri looked after her when the kids were sent away while Hela reigned through those two years… Frida more or less grew up with them when we weren't able to be there…" Thor told them as he sat beside Val, still thinking of a way to cheer up Frida despite knowing nothing would be able to bring her teacher back.
"unless-"
"Unless what? Thor, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking then stop thinking it…"
"what? what is he thinking?" Loki asked Val, giving the couple a confused look. Thor sighed quietly and went to speak when Valkyrie stopped him. "no. Stephen told us we can't mess around with time any more than we already did when we brought Nat and the boys back!-"
"even if it was for a day Val-"
"No. It wouldn't feel right. and if we did go through with this… what would be your plan when T'Challa disappears the same way Natasha and the others did? how would you explain all of that to Frida without making her more upset?" Valkyrie asked her partner as she walked around the living room, folding her arms knowing she had pretty much won this fight. "worm your way out of that one… besides if we did go through with it there's no chance Stephen or Ruby would let us after last time. and we'd have to ask Shuri if she wanted to see her brother again even if it was just for a day…"
"You can do that?" a voice asked from the stairs. Val froze as she instantly recognized Frida's voice. Her eyes were red showing she had been in tears after everyone else had gone to bed. "Nice one Val…" Loki muttered, soon falling silent as almost a death glare from Val met him. Valkyrie's eyes softened a little, turning to Frida, not knowing what to say first. "Frida, listen… there is a way you could see T'Challa for a day but there's one problem standing in the way of that happening.-"
"no there's not," Thor spoke up through slight laughter to lighten up the mood for his daughter's sake. "Nothing is standing in the way of bringing your friend back." "except for a wizard who told us for the first time, we did this, that this was a bad idea on so many levels! Thor, this plan could mess up the timeline! It was a risk the first time when we brought Natasha, Tony, and Steve back! even if it's just for a day! It's risky!"
"we're going through with it-"
"You did not just say that. Fine. but don't run to me when this blows in your face! cause I'm just warning you,, Thor, that this might not work. Stephen and Ruby might not even let you go through with messing in magic"
“Val, I'm only trying to cheer her up!”
“Dad! If mom says whatever you’re planning is a bad idea, it means it's a bad idea… but what is it that you’re trying to do?” Thor sighed softly as Valkyrie gave him an ‘i told you so’ look with a small smile. He turned to his youngest. "The plan was to bring T’Challa back for just a day…” Frida looked up at her parents and uncle in slight surprise. “okay not what I thought you’d say.- Wait, wait, wait you could bring him back?... I don’t know dad… even for a day it wouldn’t feel right as much as I wanna it wouldn’t be right and it wouldn’t be the same either”
Thor sighed quietly, knowing Frida had a point, then glances at Val with a defeated look on his face. “Go on… say it,” he told her. Val just hid a smile as she spoke. “I told you so! Thor, you tried, but it didn’t go the way you wanted…” Val gave him a small smile, then turned to Frida sadly, not knowing what else to do or how to cheer her up. Before either of her parents could say anything else, the younger Avenger headed back upstairs to be by herself once again. Loki watched sadly as he hated seeing her like this, but he also had no ideas
Eventually, Loki gathered the guts to go and talk to Frida who was, to nobody's surprise, still awake. She was making it obvious she didn’t want to go to sleep at all after the day she had, despite being exhausted. The God of Mischief hesitated faintly as he poked his head around Frida’s door, seeing her cuddled up with every teddy she could fit on her bed. “Frida, come on talk to me… you didn’t come down earlier and it’s obvious you’re hungry-” Frida stayed silent at her uncle's request to talk to him. She just managed a small smile as her eyes glanced up at him through the fur of her plushies. “I'm not hungry… and I'm not tired…” she whispered, curling up sadly. “Because I know when I wake up he won’t be here… it's not gonna be the same. No one can bring T’Challa back!” Frida told Loki, her voice cracking through tears despite trying to hide it. “I just wanna be alone right now…”
“Listen I know what it's like to miss someone like crazy and through that time not feel like yourself. Be lucky you won't be like that for five years'' Loki began as Frida gave him a confused look as he said this. “Long story. But the point is that you’re not alone in this… you have all of us. As well as Shuri '' he continued barely managing to sit on the bed. “I know we can’t bring him back even for a day. I know you want to see him one more time but some things don’t work like that… we couldn’t even use magic to bring him back for a day because you saw how that idea worked with your mother…”
“What's your point?”
“The point is that you’ll get through this even though you think you might not be able to. Come on he wouldn’t want to see his pupil upset like this would he?”
Frida sighed softly listening to what her uncle had to say then gave him another small smile, crawling out of her teddy fortress to cuddle up to him as she did before the events with Hela. “you know me too well” she mumbled softly, letting Loki hug her close to him. Frida snuggled into her uncle gently her tiredness soon getting the better of her. Loki looked up a little hearing Valkyrie and Thor join him for a few moments. He hushed the two so they didn’t wake the sleeping teenager. “I don't know how with you it always works brother. Yet you didn’t have much luck with the twins…” Val suddenly gave her partner a look. “Oh. and you did? I think Wanda had more luck with those two than we ever did. Especially when this one came along” Val admitted as she referred to Frida then watched Loki somehow place her between the teddy fort and blankets finally watching her youngest get some sleep. Val thought for a moment thinking of a way to cheer Frida up.
“I think we might need to ask Ryker and Ruby to bring the girls along… I might have an idea. They always seem to get how they’re feeling out through music whenever Frida’s with them.”
“So if she managed to get the sadness she’s feeling out through music she could be back to her cheery self. That could work better than the first plan” “Hold on don’t expect her to be back to normal at the snap of a finger… that didn’t happen with me as soon as you returned Thor” “He has a point. Honestly, it was tough just trying to get him to go along with the plan to beat Thanos before you came back.” Valkyrie spoke up agreeing with Loki remembering those awful five years when Thor was amongst those blipped. “Getting Loki to help go back in time was a mission all of its own. Ask Bruce 'cause he’ll agree.”
“And that raccoon or whatever he is”
"And you're certain that this will work, Thor?" Loki asked his brother curiously with a hopeful look. Thor replied with a soft sigh. "it's worth a shot otherwise I don't know what else to do..." Val glanced upstairs slightly, hearing silence so she knew all the kids were getting some sleep at least. "well whatever you're planning Thor. I hope like hell it's gonna work... Come on. It's not just the kids who need rest. Plus it's my turn to help keep watch for an hour-"
"Nice try Val. That might work on any other day but not today. You need sleep as much as we all do. Didn't you learn your lesson with Hela?" Thor told her, Val rolled her eyes at the mention of Hela, but she knew the God of Thunder had a point and reluctantly gave in after a while, eventually following the boys to bed.
The next morning, Frida had decided to sleep in, not feeling like she wanted to get up to do anything. As of yesterday, her world had come crashing down around her once again. Only this time it wasn't a power-hungry Goddess who was after her. Her teacher of two years was no longer here. Val and Thor still didn't know what else to do. "I'm still saying we should use magic to bring him for a day.-" Thor noticed the stern look in Valkyries eyes as he mentioned this suggestion once more. She gave a small smile and shook her head a little.
"Ruby and Stephen would never let you go through with it. Remember it was a risk last time but we could take Frida to see the girls. I think I have an idea." Val told Thor in a hopeful tone. "besides she needs to get away from everything for a bit... Yesterday was hard for all of us but -"
"She took it the hardest" Thor finished in agreement, looking towards his daughters' room. Frida eventually came out of her room, wrapped in her duvet and cuddling a giant teddy. She glanced up at her parents sadly knowing that they were planning something. Thor approached her calmly, pulling her into a hug. He hated seeing any of the kids depressed like this. "go and get ready... We're going into the city for a few hours. You need a break from here." Frida nodded sadly, still saying nothing as she shuffled her way back to the room then returned a few moments later dressed and ready.
Val joined them before they headed out of the door. "we were going to wait until your birthday but... I think you need this surprise now..." Frida looked at her mother confused, following her and Thor outside where Val's Pegasus Aragorn was waiting for them. Beside them stood another pegasus. One Frida had never seen. She glanced at her parents not knowing what to say. Valkyrie gestured to Frida with a soft smile.
"go ahead. War-songs yours. You showed you were ready when you were fighting Hela, and Frida, after what happened yesterday you can go on a flight whenever you want. As long as you stay close and let us know where you're going... Okay"
"yea, I'd rather not go searching in the ocean again if you got caught in a storm"
Val let out a faint laugh seeing Frida's confused expression as Thor said this, remembering the chaos that occurred through the proposal. "don't ask... But it could be worse... Could be another concussion from me" Valkyrie told him through laughter before walking towards Aragorn. Thor stayed silent for a moment before he followed her, immediately agreeing with her. "If Fridas anything like you Val. Her punches will hurt almost as bad."
"you're not gonna let that go, are you? I punched you a little too hard. I get it. But I didn't deflate the kids until around 8 at night when training was supposed to be for an hour. Now that one you're never living down! And you're lucky Natasha isn't here -"
"Okay, Val you've made your point... And if Nat and the boys were here aha Stark would've never let me live it down -"
Valkyrie went to speak when she was nudged by Aragorn who was becoming impatient by the second. Val lifted herself onto the horse's back with ease then held a hand out for Thor. "come on. Let's get to the city and hopefully cheer this kid up." She told him as she referred to Frida. Val smiled a little glancing behind her as Thor joined her, then at their youngest as she joined their side on War Song.
Having a Pegasus like her mothers cheered Frida up a small bit, she was still down after hearing the news of T'Challa. Soon enough the three of them were flying over New York City. Frida glanced over at her parents. "what are you two up to..." She asked with a slight sigh. "Uncle Loki couldn't even cheer me up... I don't know how much luck you guys will have..." She told them, feeling defeated. Val wasn't giving up so quickly. "Frida, look down. We're here"
Below them was Avengers Compound. Where all the team members came for meetings and to practice. Frida watched her parents land first before reluctantly following them. She laughed slightly as she let Thor lift her easily, not allowing her a chance to get off the horse herself. Frida looked at the building in front of them, still not knowing why her parents would bring her there. Even at the Avengers Compound, everything reminded the young Asgardian of her teacher but she managed to hide the pain in her eyes. The three of them were halfway down the hall when they heard music coming from one of the rooms. Frida immediately recognized the voices. The younger Avengers who had helped defeat Hela in the final battle against her. She ran ahead of her parents hoping to meet up with her friends. Valkyrie looked up at Thor a little. "Do you think this is gonna work?"
"hope it does... Because I don't have any other ideas if it doesn't..."
Val and Thor heard the music stop once Frida entered the room, watching from a distance as she, Majestica, and Dawn were now in a group hug. They heard about what happened with Black Panther from Majestica's parents. Frida snuggled into them sadly. Majestica glanced at Frida sadly.
"come on... We might have a song that could help but might not at the same time..."
Frida hesitated faintly but agreed. "okay" she hadn't performed with the girls for a while since they had defeated Hela. Val and Thor watched from the side of the room, listening to the kids as they began the music.
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Lord, make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors
Oh well, life ain't always what you'd think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time
And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holdin' my hand
There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time
Ooh-yeah, ooh-woah
So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I've been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'
Oh, if I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Oh-oh (Oh-oh)
The ballad of a dove (Oh-oh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need them, oh
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time
So put on your best boys
And I'll wear my pearls
After the song was over Frida fell silent, her hair had fallen over her eyes to hide the tears. She thought this was what she needed but it may have made it worse. Val instantly pulled her daughter in for a tight hug, holding her close. "that's it..." She told Frida softly "it's okay" eventually Frida looked up at Val who brushed her hair out of her teary eyes. Soon Thor joined them, Frida hugged her parents sadly and then looked up at them. "thanks"
Later that evening the three of them returned to New Asgard. Frida was feeling a little better in herself despite being drained after letting her emotions out. The young Asgardian said nothing as she passed Loki and went straight upstairs to her room. Loki looked at his brother and Val with a hopeful look in his eyes. "is that a good thing? Or did your plan not work?"
"I think it worked... But she's exhausted after the events that have happened. If it hasn't worked. Loki, I don't know what else to do except give her time..." "I hope you're right Val."
Frida flopped onto her bed, curling up in her blankets almost immediately falling asleep and beginning to dream once again, finding herself in Wakanda's savannah lands surrounded by former rulers.
(dream sequence)
"Frida" T'Challa's voice spoke calmly with a soft smile as he approached her. The teenager forced herself not to tear up once again at the sight of her teacher. This time she was calmer than before and managed a small smile. "I told you you're strong..." Silence fell on T'Challa for a few moments as he thought. "someone I knew once said pain only makes you stronger... I'm sure your parents have told you the same thing more than once. And you're the strongest kid I know. Frida, you're not just my student. You became like a little sister to us. As I said before you have the heart of a warrior. And the spirit of the Black Panther. Don't forget that." Wakanda's former king told Frida as he pulled her into a tight embrace.
"I miss you"
"I know. But I'm here whenever you need me young one. You're welcome back to Wakanda at any time when you want to get away from Asgard for extra training." T'Challa kneeled to Frida's level as they converted into a gentle head nudge. "whatever happens. Whether Hela returns one day or another threat appears. I'll be here when you need me, little sister" small tears made their way down Frida's cheeks as they pulled away from each other.
"I have something for you but only if you promise to stay the brave girl I trained you to be for two years," T'Challa told his pupil as they walked around the grasslands, once again time was limited. Frida looked up at him and nodded. "I promise" T'Challa smiled softly as he pulled a medium-sized panther plushie from his pocket. "This is to remind you to stay strong and that I will be with you when you need me most. And remember -"
"Big girls don't cry... I know" Frida finished with a smile, barely holding back tears, now snuggling into the panther plush.
"next time I see you I don't want to see tears. I know that's not what you wanted to hear but you made a promise to stay brave for me and I expect you to keep it." T'Challa gently ruffled Frida's hair before turning into his panther form. That's when she woke up, Frida looked around her room realizing it was halfway through the night and that she was cuddling the teddy T'Challa had given her. With a sigh she eventually accepted the fact her teacher was no longer in the world she was living in. It would be weird but she did make a promise to him to stay brave. And she was determined to keep that promise, then slept peacefully for the rest of the night.

Miss you Chadwick!

Today 2023 I am 4 years into my recovery. I spent a lot of time covering and burying these feelings of neglect, hurt, loneliness, and hate for myself. I was addicted to crack/cocaine, I did cocaine before crack and almost hated it, it gave me the worst sinus infection and I eventually switched to meth. I was that kind of addict that could have died from the lifestyle alone. I traded my morals, self respect and care for anything I ever loved for one more hit. I failed rehab 3 times and did a little time in county. I was the only girl in county jail with the charge "prostitution." I look back now and I realize that the rehab time and all that bull shit was not for me to get better, if we are being honest if I recall one of the only reasons I went was to get out of the cold or because I had nowhere else to go. I wanted to get better but I knew deep down that I wasn't done with drugs, I admit everytime I walked into those doors of treatment my heart was not 100% on stopping drugs. I did try a few times to figure out why I turned to drugs and what was my deep core issue that I was covering up. This story explains finally why I am the way I am. Why I slept with over 20 guys by the time I was 15, including a married man. Now you can say what you want about me but I believe I was looking for love and affection. My innocence was taken from me at a very very young age and the influence I grew up around was not ideal for a kid. My mom and dad were young when they had me and now I know they got married because mom got pregnant, I think she was 19. My dad drank ALOT and he could get mentally, emotionally and physically abusive, if he got enough in him or drank whiskey. Dad has a big heart and I'm his only daughter, he is kind, generous, and a good dad.
I took a lot of time in rehab to try to uncover my issues and try to heal but I got scared and ran every time. This time was different. In 2019 I was left by a guy I depended on, we were both homeless and my stuff was in his truck. One night he decided he wasn't gonna pick me up after work and it left me no choice but to do whatever I could to survive these streets. I needed to put my ducks in a row. By the time I realized he wasn't coming it was 10pm, I needed to find a bed, food, shower maybe, and more drugs to barter with. I ran the streets for almost 2 weeks alone with no help or someone to lean on. When I met Mel, I was looking rough, I had bruises all up and down my arms and legs, I was 90lbs, I haven't eaten in a day or two, and the best part I had the clothes on my back and maybe one more outfit in my bag. I had no underwear, one bra, like no socks, it was truly ridiculous. I lost everything I ever loved and owned 2ce over. I was Finally tired, finally just done.
I met Mel in April of 2019, he was appalled when he realized how much I had lost and I still don't know what his true intentions were, maybe it was to help me or maybe it was to get in my pants, whatever it was I'm glad it happened. I got clean with Mels love and support, no rehab, no NA or AA, I was done and I knew I had to stop or I was gonna die.
These past 4 years I left state with Mel, we traveled for a bit and in this time I got to really think about what happened to me and why. It took some time for me to trust Mel and not think he was gonna leave in another state or somewhere stranded, he never did. I had nightmares, flashbacks, and bursts of anger for the first year. I really had to push through but I decided to write this story to maybe help someone that went through something similar.
I was in a relationship with a 31 yr old when I was 12-13 years old.
A little back story: When I was growing up my dad was a carefree kind and just a free spirit. He was a functional alcoholic, he would get off work and drink anywhere from a half gallon to a whole gallon of vodka a night and get up at 6am and go to work. My mom and dad got divorced when I was young so I was passed back and forth but my dads was my favorite. I was allowed to do whatever I wanted and as a teenager I took advantage of that. Dad had a lot of friends and they drank too. Dad was close to his brother and he had a few real close friends who were around everyday of my childhood for as long as I can remember. The one in particular I will never forget. I was young, I mean like maybe 7-8 when (let's call him Jim) I met Jim. He was young, good looking and had been friends with dad from work. Jim and another one of dads friends lived together so they all started hanging out at my house. I had a friend over and she was a little older that day when Jim first came to my house. She was curious about him and I don't remember much about that day but I do recall Jim laying his head on her lap while she played with his hair. She gave him those flirty eyes and they sat there and talked. Remind you even though Jim was in his late 20s and my friend was maybe 12-13 at the time. Not long after I met Jim he got into some trouble and was sent to prison for a few years.
Fast Forward>>>>>
I was 11 when I found a letter from Jim to my dad. I wasn't sure if I was even allowed to read it but I opened it up and read it anyway. I will never forget the letters that formed the word "tell wild child I said hi." I don't know why I got curious, I actually don't even know what I was thinking. I spent days thinking of the letter, I guess I was lonely, I had to have felt some type of emptiness to write him back. I was 11 writing a grown ass man in prison for pulling out a gun on some guys who robbed him. Me and Jim talked about everything, he became my best friend really quick. I don't know why but I felt comfortable talking to him and telling him things that were happening with me, my friends, my boyfriend, and my family. He talked about his wife and 2 boys, he gave advice and was just very sweet, acted like he understood me and was very genuine. I now see as an adult he was manipulating me as a child but that little girl was craving for attention. We got to know each other, we talked all the way up to the day me and my dad and my friend were with us pulled up to the house after school and there Jim was sitting on our porch, just chilling. Thats when things got confusing and fucked up. I hate telling this story. It is so hard for me to realize what he was doing to me the whole time..
I don't really wanna get into the specifics. Um.. we Got close when he got out, He touched me multiple times, and also touched my friends. He gave me a ring at one point, Jim was 31 years old and I was 13 years old. It wasn't right and I hate that it went on as long as it did. He would kiss me when my dad wasn't around and tell me he loved me. Until the night it all ended. My friend came over while Jim was there I had a boyfriend over and supposedly Jim raped her when I wasnt in the room. There were hickeys on her neck and she was partying and drinking like a rockstar when I left her. I still have no idea what happened that night we even remained friends for a long time after and she never talked about it. I confessed to her that he was doing the same shit to me as he had been touching me for almost a year. She eventually did go to the police that night and she told them about me and everything that was happening. The police charged Jim with 2 counts of sexual imposition with a minor and 1 count rape he got 6 years. I always felt so guilty for sending him to prison, I hated that I had to tell I was ashamed of what he did to me but I was a child. When Jim had 6 months left in his sentence he killed himself in prison. I still don't know if that is true, how he died but I have had to go through years of trying to accept this in my past and live life to the fullest everyday without the reminder of what Jim did to me. I still can't tell you how it affected me, I guess it did in all kinds of ways and me wanting the attention in the first place makes me wonder. Growing up with my father letting me do whatever I wanted mainly because he only had my part time and I didnt think he ever wanted to be "the bad guy". He was more of a friend to me and when he drank too much it could turn bad quick. All of it is in the past and I have tried my whole life to forgive myself for my part in his death. I wanted to tell some of my story. it goes farther than this but i needed to get it out into the world.
I want to make this clear, my dad was an addict/alcoholic. He did the best he could with what he was given, even though he was asleep during this event and many others, he was clueless but now looking back as a recovering addict that it wasn't my dads fault. We trusted this man, he was a close family friend for many many years. We never thought that he would target 3 teenage girls. I thought the man really cared about me and I believed what he told me.
Years later I changed schools my sophomore year and was in a small class with 2 girls and this geeky guy. (This was the year I found out Jim died) One of the girls, lets call her Ashley was telling our science teacher how her nephews dad was in prison and had just died, he was in the for 6 years for rape. She said that the girl lied and it was sad that her nephew had to lose his dad, she said that her Aunt Jims kids mom was distraught and in shock he could ever do the things he was accused of. I knew she was talking about me, I kept it to myself. What happened happened, I can't change a thing.
This is me moving on and not being afraid to face any fear because I faced my biggest one. I will never stop healing but I can finally move on and let go. So Goodbye Jim.

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Implacable had been a pleasant houseguest. As flirtatious as she was, she wasn’t the kind of person to leave things out of order or cause a mess that she would expect the owner to pick up. The most she did was tease others and flaunt herself, and if that was basis to condemn a fellow shipgirl, then Richelieu mused she would have to keep an entire book of condemnations, which would be a waste of time and would, at the very least, be a poor showing of a defender of a faith that preached love and patience.
One thing she did learn from the encounter is that it was getting easier and easier to know Implacable’s mind, or perhaps more importantly, her heart. Everything she did seemed to be filtered through her urges, so there was almost nothing she did that wasn’t tinged with eroticism. Richelieu had started to interrogate the idea that Implacable’s lewdness was a deeply held part of her being, and an inseparable part that was best left untouched.
Richelieu began to go through her mail with this on her mind, and she found an invitation to one of Queen Elizabeth’s Royal balls. Her majesty held these now and again, probably on the assumption that it’s just something a queen should do every now and again to show off how much of a queen they were, to be able to have such a thing arranged at the drop of a hat. It wasn’t really something Richelieu had much experience with herself- Her country had made it very clear on more than one occasion that kings and queens were not something they wanted to have.
She would go, of course. People on the base were always looking for some way to unwind, and even people who one wouldn’t normally expect to put on something fancy could find some way to get their hands on something fancy.
Richelieu looked through the rest of her mail, and found that there were only a couple of things of immediate importance. Her workday was effectively over, and if there weren’t any more pressing matters, she would simply spend more of the day with her cats. It was at that moment that someone was polite enough to actually ring her doorbell, so she had to go and answer it.
Algérie was standing there, wearing a smile. Of all of the visitors she could have had at this hour, she might have been one of the most welcome. The cruiser prided herself on cultivating a certain level of maturity, so she wasn’t going to be someone who would be cavalier about doing things that would stress her out. “Good evening, your holiness.”
She stepped aside to let her guest in. “Good evening to you, too. To be honest, I was hoping that someone might stop by, and it’s even better that it’s you. My sister is a rather intense person, and though I love her, I don’t think I would like to chance another argument at this hour.”
“Don’t you worry, I fully understand. Foch is off having an evening of her own, so I started to wonder who else might be free. And then I thought of our hardworking holiness, so I couldn’t help just coming by to see how, and what she was doing.” She looked at the mail on her table, easily picking out the invitation. “Another royal ball? Well, one thing you can say about the queen is that she’s certainly energetic.”
“With the addition of Implacable and other ships to their forces here, I think she has some excuses to celebrate.” Richelieu replied. “And it’s not as though the rest of us are going to turn down a party, are we?”
Algérie giggled. “I think that it took until the others saw you in that swimsuit that they began to understand what kind of person you are. Now, we knew about it even before then, but I think some people needed evidence they could see with their own eyes before they could truly understand our beautiful Richelieu.” She walked over and opened a cabinet. “You don’t mind if I pour myself a drink, do you?”
“You can go right ahead. And feel free to pour me some, too. Not too much.” She watched the cruiser go about the business of getting some glasses. “To be honest, the homeland sends me so much of it that I hardly know what to do with it all. You could probably take a whole bottle home with you, if you liked.”
“I appreciate your offer, but I prefer to make my own choices. You could donate some to Eugen’s bar, if you liked- I find it doubtful she would turn it down.”
“Perhaps.” She replied, and watched as the cruiser took her time going through each bottle before she found one that received her approval. “You look like you’ve been well, so I guess you’re not here to talk about some troubles.”
“Hm? I was just paying a visit. We are from the same country, after all, and it’s not as though we’ve ever butted heads with each other.” She giggled a little. “Ahhh, there we go. Sometimes people think that the most expensive wines are a good gift, but whoever had this one sent to you must have had an eye for quality.” She poured a couple of glasses. “…As does that royal woman who seems to have taken a liking to you.”
Richelieu pouted a little. “You…” She cleared her throat. “Ah… Well, Implacable does seem to have something she’s after, but I don’t think she wants me as a prize she can boast about to others.”
“Fair enough. But I think it was only a matter of time until you caught someone’s attention. If it wasn’t her, I’m sure that someone might be clawing at your door sooner or later, once they understood who you are when you’re away from the altar.” She poured a glass for both of them, and then walked over to hand one to Richelieu. “Here.”
She took it in one hand. “I didn’t know you had any kind of interest in my potential romantic life. I thought you’d confine yourself to your own pursuits.”
“Your holiness, the two of us live under the same roof. I don’t think I can escape hearing about what happens in this dorm.” She sat down beside the cardinal, and tapped their glasses together with just the lightest touch. “And I think about whatever I hear, especially when it’s about to happen to someone important to us.”
Richelieu took a sip from her glass. Algérie was right, and the cruiser certainly had her own eye for quality. “So, I’m assuming you’re here because you have an opinion?”
“No~” She said, and utterly indulged in the contents of her own glass. “…I mean it when I said I just wanted to see how you were. You don’t look like you’ve been stressed by this turn, and that is what I’m happiest to see. It’s not often that someone in your position for an outside stranger to approach you without seeking favor. At least, no official favor. It seems to agree with you.”
“…It does, honestly.” She replied. “…I don’t know if she’ll consider it, but I find myself hoping that she will also show up at this ball that Queen Elizabeth is throwing,”
Algérie leaned forward a little. “I see, and what might you hope to do with her, if she does show up? Especially if she’s in that nun-inspired dress she wears practically everywhere?”
Richelieu blushed a bit. “…Whatever my mood takes me to do, I suppose, but I’m not going to leave her alone in the corner, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I figured you wouldn’t, but I’m sure you don’t really mind you might get some looks. You’re like your sister, in that you’re a woman of strong beliefs.”
Richelieu sighed a little. “If people decide that be keeping company Implacable is worth clicking their tongues over, then I shall have to prepare a very special sermon for the base after the fact about the callings of the faith.”
“Hehe, no doubt. Anyway, I’m not here to have an opinion on what you’re doing, just seeing if what you’re doing has treated you well.”
The cardinal sat back, and smiled. “Since fair’s fair, why don’t you tell me more about how you’re doing?”
Algérie giggled. “Oh, you want to hear about that? Well, why don’t I just tell you all the ways that Foch is just the most delightful little housemate~”
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Richelieu was quite comfortable with going to Queen Elizabeth’s ball. Even though her majesty tended to use these occasions to boast about the ability and achievements of the Royal Navy, there wasn't much difference between what she was doing and similar events held by other countries. All that was really differed was the level of ostentation, as well as how many maids happened to be involved. In fact, she began to wonder what would happen if such a ball happened back in Paris, and figured that it wouldn’t be any less extravagant.
Richelieu didn’t even have to change much about her regular appearance to fit in to such an event, as the only alteration she made to her normal attire was to wear a longer skirt for the occasion. She didn’t really need to go all out, or even refrain from wearing something revealing. After all, the dresses worn by Massachusetts and South Dakota for formal occasions like these seemed to pass social muster, so there wasn’t much she could do so seem out of place as long as she didn’t show up in her casual sweater and pleated skirt.
It didn’t take long for her to get herself in order, as she was quite used to keeping up outward appearances. She welcomed dressing up, as it tended to put her in the right frame of mind for whatever she was going to do- When she put on her swimsuit, it immediately put her in the right mood for fun at the beach. When she put on her new year’s dress, it was hard to think of anything other than enjoying a festival with the others.
And for now, it meant she was just going to enjoy the celebration, as well as the excellent cooking of the Royal Maids.
She looked at herself in the mirror after putting on her earrings, was satisfied with what she saw, and then headed over to the Royal dorms.
She was greeted in front by Belfast, and conducted herself inside under the lights and fixtures of the royal ballroom that her majesty had insisted on building. An open floor, a buffet, plenty of room for anyone and everyone who wanted to dance, and the maids ready to serve. Southampton had been pulled into conducting the manjuu band for the moment, but she would be able to escape those duties once she had gotten them in order. Richelieu herself found that, over time, the Royals had managed to learn to adjust the lights to not be too bright, as someone had explained that dazzling the guests was only a figurative aim.
The first thing the cardinal did was grab herself a glass of wine while exchanging the usual pleasantries to whoever wanted to say hello to her.
“Heeey, Riche!” Came a cheerful voice from someone who wanted to do more than just say hello. Even if Hornet was something of a stranger, she would still find it in her to find the union carrier amusing, and even found it in her to admire the fact that Hornet would never surrender her sense of fashion for anything. She was probably the only person she knew who would find a way to incorporate hotpants into formal wear. “…Waiting for someone?”
“Maybe I am.” She said. “And you?”
“Enty feels she has to show up to things like this. Or that’s what she says, but she’s always liked to find something to do that’s not fighting. And York also wanted to come because she likes the wines people always seem to show up with, so...” Hornet blushed a little. “Well, maybe I’m here to also make sure that Yorkie finds her way home all right. Once she ended up accidentally following Rossiya home.”
The cardinal hmmed. “On the face of it, that doesn’t sound too terrible. Rossiya is also responsible, so I don’t see something like that turning out poorly.”
“Yeah, but she just takes things at value sometimes. She just assumed that Yorktown going to bed with her was part of some kind of deep training program.” Hornet shook her head. “Buuut, that’s a whole other thing. Mind if I wait with you?”
“There’s no telling if she’ll show up.” She hmmed. “…But I won’t stop you.”
Hornet giggled. “Thanks. I’m just waiting for Northie to show- I think she’d knock it out of the part if she found something fancy to wear, ‘cause you’ve seen what Massachusetts and South Dakota look like when they put on their duds, right?”
“It’s… Difficult to forget.” She said. As much as those two were mainly focused on their strength and protecting others, those warrior women also looked splendid in their formal wear. Some might say it was almost unfair to everyone else. “As much as they feel out of place wearing such things, it’s easy to see them turning heads.”
“Ahh, yeah, I know, right?” She blinked. “So… Who are you waiting to see, anyway?”
“Hm?” She didn’t even hesitate. “…Just staying a moment to see if Implacable shows up here. It could go either way- Either she doesn’t find a setting like this to be intimate enough, or she isn’t worried about making a spectacle.”
“Haha, I get it.” Hornet then stretched, Richelieu’s eyes darting over to watch the fit carrier do so. Richelieu was starting to think about Algérie’s words from before, and began to wonder who else she might have caught the eye of, if not Implacable. It was merely a thought exercise. “…But seeing as she’s part of the reason we’re even having this in the first place, it’d be weird if she didn’t. And she doesn’t exactly seem shy to you, right?”
Richelieu blushed a bit once more. If anything, Implacable might not feel she was being ogled enough. “That is true…” She took a deep breath as she thought about the ways that the royal carrier liked to draw attention to herself.
“Ahhh, I get it!” Hornet put on her widest smile. “…You actually like her, don’t you? Don’t even worry about what I think about it, just you do you, okay?” Her eyes roamed around the room. “Oooh, there’s Northie! See you later~”
Richelieu finally treated herself to her wine, and found a place to set the empty glass, and it wasn’t long after she finished up her drink that Implacable showed up.
The woman was still dressed in her own version of a nun’s getup, and it was under the light of the ballroom that Richelieu finally registered exactly how bare the carrier’s outfit was. The woman’s detached sleeves made it look like there was far more dress than was actually there, in the front, in the side, in the back… All around. There was some formalwear that the others favored that could be just as scanty, but tonight her focus was Implacable.
And Implacable returned the favor.
She smiled, and walked over to Richelieu with that eye-catching sway to her hips that even Richelieu couldn’t really resist watching, if only because of how naturally it seemed to come to the woman, and she seemed to make her way across the room as if there wasn’t even a crowd at all. It didn’t take much more than an effortless stroll for the voluptuous carrier to find herself in front of Richelieu. “Hello again~. Fancy a moment, or his her lovely holiness already spoken for, as far as the evening goes?”
“I think I’m willing to give you more than a moment.” She smiled. “I thought that if you chose to show up, I might have your company?”
She giggled. “Oooh, has her holiness gotten a taste for courting scandal? If so, consider me an eager participant.”
“It’s not something that should be as scandalous.” She shrugged. “If they see it that way, then there’s going to be some very pointed preaching in everyone’s future.”
Implacable took one step closer. “Mmm… You’d do something like that for my sake? How sweet of you. I knew you were a kind person.”
Richelieu’s blush remained small but became a darker shade of red. “It’s… It’s not just for you, it’s for anyone that follows you that may seem a bit odd in some way to others. If being around you was sinful, that would have some rather earthshaking implications for the foundation of the faith, considering the company kept by our savior in his living ministry.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” She looked at Richelieu. “Now… Won’t you make me your date?”
“Of course.” She put an arm around Implacable’s waist, and she felt the carrier shiver in delight under her touch. It was impossible to avoid touching bare skin no matter how she chose to hold her companion, so Richelieu decided to just go with it- After all, it did seem to be the kind of touch that Implacable wanted. The carrier even briefly snuggled up to her.
“Ahhh… It feels like you wear gloves all the time to keep your hands warm for others… I like it~”
The cardinal couldn’t help giving the carrier a friendly squeeze. “Thank you… I want every part of my presence to feel welcome.”
“Ahhh~. But don’t worry, it’s not like I’ll post a review all over Juustagram of her holiness’s warm, graceful hands.”
Richelieu went around the room with her date in tow, the cardinal giving the usual greetings while Implacable would give a little wave to whoever the cardinal ended up talking to. It wasn’t long until Seattle and Southampton got the band in tune, and Implacable tilted her head to listen. “Ahh… People here always seem to make such lovely music of all kinds. I wonder how many of us share this gift. But, I wonder what you will do?”
“The only thing to do in a ballroom, when there is music appropriate for the room.” She took one of Implacable’s hands in hers, and led her onto the dance floor.
It became very apparent that her partner wanted to hold her close. Or be held close. One of those. But either way it resulted Richelieu being pressed by Implacable’s substantial curves, and she had to steel herself to avoid looking like she was getting hot and bothered by the physical friendliness of her dance partner. She wasn’t entirely successful, wearing her blush the full time they were together on the dance floor.
The carrier giggled. “Hehe… People are looking. But you don’t seem to mind.”
Richelieu shook her head. “I don’t think I can bring myself to believe that anyone would mind. Besides, if they want to misunderstand me, then they are free to do that. I can always educate them later.”
“Oooh… Well, I’m sure you don’t plan to educate them the same way that Chapayev might.” As close as they were Implacable was taking great care not to step on her partner’s feet. ”Mmm… Everyone has their own reason for pursuing physical touch… Now, what’s yours, that you would hold me this close? You didn’t even flinch for a second.”
Richelieu cleared her throat. “I won’t say I haven’t been curious, but in your case it seems to give you comfort, and, like the others here, I want you to be able to live a fulfilling life. And this seems to be at least a part of what that means to you.”
The carrier then leaned in. “If I were to offer myself to you, then, would you accept it, no strings attached?”
Now, that is what it took to turn Richelieu extra red, and she shook her head quickly to regain her famous composure. “Ah… That’s a heavy question to ask.”
Implacable giggled. “You don’t have to answer it now, of course, but there may be a time when you’re going to have to have an answer ready on your lips… One way or another~” Implacable then decided to discreetly grind her hips against Richelieu, mixing it so easily into the dance that the cardinal really was the only one who knew it had even happened.
Richelieu was now completely wound up, her heart beginning to outrace her head. As much as she was off the clock at this time, she wasn’t about to let someone fluster her without a response, as well as let this woman know she wasn’t going to surrender the initiative to a foreign carrier. She breathed in, and gave Implacable a kiss on the lips in front of everyone. Implacable shuddered in a mix of surprise and joy, and Richelieu pulled back, only really registering what she had done after the fact.
It did have the desired effect, though, and Implacable put on a warm smile of her own. “Ahh~ I know that wasn’t your answer, but… I still feel as though I’ve been blessed by her sweet holiness. I’ll remember that, when I think to give you some blessings of my own.”
After that, Implacable decided to let Richelieu take the lead on the dance floor.
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The rest of the party proceeded largely the same from there. Queen Elizabeth gave a speech, as it was a privilege of her position, and it wasn’t that much different than speeches Richelieu had heard before from any kind of leader she could name. But she wasn’t really done with her companion, and the reverse also seemed to be true.
“Not interested in calling it a night?” Richelieu began.
“No, not yet. I just wanted to have time with you away from the crowd- All to myself, perhaps.”
Richelieu walked along with her. “Nothing wrong with that. It’s no problem with me to have you as company.”
“Ahh… You made that quite clear.” She put her hands behind her back, and kept her eyes on Richelieu. “I think I’ll walk you home, and leave at that. As I said, there’s no need to rush.”
“Of course.” She smiled. “It’s unusual to meet someone like who’s willing to take their time.”
Implacable giggled. “Are you disappointed?”
“Not at all… I’d guess you’re just as curious about me as I have been about you.” She had a stretch. She did want to just lay down after a socially demanding evening. “…And I don’t think I’d respond as well if you walked into my church and decided to ask to just jump into bed with me.”
“It’s true, I wanted to know more about you.” She said. “I wanted to know what made you flustered, how fast your heart beat when you were in close company, and more besides, slowly enough to savor every little bit I learned.” She gently bumped her hip against Richelieu. “I was happy to just soak in everything I could find about you.”
Richelieu found herself putting her arm back around Implacable’s waist. “You know you make me blush… And as for that question you asked, I don’t think I’ll have an answer for you until something like that happens. But… I think I would like to find out together, once you’ve found out everything you want to know about me.”
She gave Richelieu a kiss on the cheek. “Mmm… For now, my curiosity is satisfied… We’ll see about everything else later.”
The two of them parted ways once they reached the Iris dorm, but they would not remain apart for long.

AITA subreddit wouldn’t let me post the detailed update, so if anyone is interested it’s here.
Original: https://www.reddit.com/AmItheAsshole/comments/10e04ep/aita_for_not_inviting_my_cousin_to_my_wedding/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1
Hello again reddit. I just want to come back on here to give you guys an update! First and foremost before I go to the update, I just want to thank you all for your helpful advice. it really helped me and my fiancé get a clearer perspective on what to do. Now for the update!
My fiancé and I decided to just have a basic elopement. No celebration, no after dinner, nothing. We might go on a honeymoon afterwards. We aren’t sure where to go, but I’m sure it’ll be fun with no drama! We also decided to postpone the date of our elopement for a later date.
As of the conversation with my mother: A couple days after I posted the original Reddit post, I talked to my mother. I told her I am not having my cousin at my wedding. I don’t care that she will be upset, it’s my day and I say who goes and who doesn’t. After I told her, she just sat there in silence. When I mentioned everything my cousin did to me in the past and told her that she did nothing about it, she got defensive. She said she tried everything that she could but I really don’t believe that.
A couple days ago I went on a hike with my father (parents are divorced) and I told him the situation briefly. He decided to give me the full rundown about my mother’s family. Which was a very long conversation, he did not hold back. To no surprise, my father said throughout the marriage with my mother, she always chose her siblings and mother over my father and her children. There was no boundaries on my mothers side. Everyone was in everyone’s business. He told me about the bullying I received from my cousin from his perspective. To be more specific, it started when I was one years old, my cousin at the time was three. How did he find out? When my parents were still living with my grandma (moms mom), my cousin asked my dad to allow her to go upstairs with me in my bedroom alone. My dad didn’t know about anything at this point so he allowed it. My mother then started getting hysterical and my grandmother told my father that it wouldn’t be a good idea for that to happen. He then asked “why she’s only three years old?” my grandmother told him that my cousin would hit me and be violent towards me. They said it was going on for months. The reason why they did not tell my father was that “I wouldn’t remember it” and that “they were just kids.” My father was furious and tried to do everything in his power to protect me and my younger brother. Since my brother was a newborn at this time, my father did not know if they would go to him next. Throughout the years, my brother didn’t receive as much bullying as I did. The lack of discipline that my aunts kids received when I was a kid made it easier for my cousin to be nasty to me. My aunt didn’t do anything from what I heard, and my mother didn’t do anything. My cousin also told my father that she hated me and she hated my existence when she was five. My fathers theory on why my cousin was so hateful toward me was because she was the first granddaughter to be born for a while since my older two cousins are 20 years older than us, since my other aunt (not cousins mom) had them as a teenager. Right after my cousin was born, her brother was born and then it was me. My aunt and my mother tried to make us like twins. Same outfits, same everything. My cousin did not like that because she wanted all the attention to herself. Which caused her to start bullying me at a very young age. Any chance my mom would get, she would bring me and my brother to her side of the family. It didn’t matter where we were at. I never really got to know my father side of the family that well from that. The part that hurt me the most was not really knowing my dads mom. My mother would always limit contact with her on purpose because my mom didn’t like that there was other influences in my life that wasn’t her family. It hurt so much because all the times I remember my grandma, she was always teaching me how to fight and to defend myself against my cousin. She taught me to always hold my ground. I knew she loved me with all her heart and I loved her too. I wish I had a better relationship with her.
There was other things that my father mentioned about the family, which I’m not going to go too deep into because it’s irrelevant. The main message I got from all of this is to not break my boundaries and to stay away from her and the rest of my mother’s family because they will turn on me. He told me it’s not worth fighting my mother about these things because she is delusional and she will always take the side of her siblings instead of her children. In my fathers words, she essentially made me and my brother as “sacrificial lambs” for the sake of the relationship with her family, instead of protecting her children.
I’m going to keep my distance from my family and keep working hard to save my money so I can move out for my mothers house. I understand now that I cannot be around my mother’s side of the family at all. It would be a very unhealthy environment for my future children and husband. I don’t want to make the same mistakes my mother made. I want to be the best role model my family could have.
So that’s basically it with the update. I will update more if there is anything else to update. I just wanted to thank you guys again for giving me the best advice to follow and keeping up with my story. Thank you.
TL;DR: me and fiancé decided to just get eloped. My dad told me the real truth about my moms family and cousin