Late 20s tgirl. Elf ear pervert. Some say hemipenis girl. Writing mostly original F/F. Stories will frequently be horny so if you're under 18 you're getting blocked.



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The Fool jingles merrily to her place in the Queen's court.

She is not exactly a jester, some combination of jester and trusted advisor and possibly co-ruler of whatever the current state of their government could be called. But she is still, always, the Queen's fool.

They still have a Queen, and she's gone through the upheaval of going from temporary figurehead to suddenly the only person holding the reins to, thankfully, almost a temporary figurehead again. The people continue to like having her around- having your first act upon having all your family's business shoved onto your table be to go "wait, why are all these taxes so high, was this all just going into their pockets?" gathers you quite a few fans- but once she's gone there probably won't be any more royalty.

But right now there is royalty, of a sort, and the Fool sits askew in a big chair to the left of Queen, which is... interesting. They're not married, not yet, but she is apparently now the big important chair having sort. The Knight is as well, though she chooses to stand at Her Majesty's right hand, ever vigilant.

She's... important. In an ornamental governmental power sense, sure, although she doesn't really care for that. She's important to the Queen! Has been for some time, but you know, extreme circumstances. To the Knight too, and she barely even grumbles when she points it out anymore.

For maybe the first time in her life, she wants for nothing. She's perfectly happy with things exactly as they are. She didn't even have to steal anything to get here!

She did do, you know, a few extrajudicial killings. But those were for a good cause.

The court is actually somewhat dull now that she isn't actively antagonizing the Knight, and has pretty much got juggling down. She can consistently juggle seven balls now (plus her dagger, but the Knight doesn't like her doing that), and she does so as she half-listens to the slow trickle of petitioners with their dwindling supply of problems that still require the Queen's attention.

Her Majesty yawns, during a lull, and the Fool dexterously collects all her juggled balls from the air and somersaults over the arm of her throne in one smooth motion.

"Shall we retire for the day?" She asks, and the Queen nods.

"That's probably everyone anyway." She says, stretching. "And I'd like to take a walk through the gardens before sunset."

She's doing better, in the warmth of spring. And when she isn't, when the fall comes and the cold seeps into her lungs again, the two of them will be there for her. She'll be okay.

"Ooh, the gardens, scandalous." Says the Fool, smug. "You know, last spring I saw the Queen's knight giving her flowers over there."

"Really?" Asks the Queen, equally pleased to continue the joke. "Maybe if we're lucky we'll see it again!"

"It was one flower, and it was a touching moment that wasn't for your eyes, you awful rat." Says the Knight, her cheeks tinged with red.

"She's embarrassed." The Fool whispers to the Queen, leaning into her ear.

"Mhm." Nods the Queen.

"Perhaps she should find some other use to occupy my mouth, if she's so bothered by my words." She hums sultrily, and the Knight goes redder.

"Are we going for a walk in the gardens or not?" She whines.

"We are!" Declares the Queen. "We both want flowers."

"And so you shall have them, despite all your teasing."


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in reply to @SpectreWrites's post:

Congrats on completing the challenge! Happy endings (*wonk*) all around! Also just, y'know, a delight to see three disasters in the upper echelons of power trying to Not Fall Apart for a month. :P