82. Step by Step

Last chapter…

The witches warned Cassie not to go see Bastet-Selene by herself but she was like “lol, it’s fine guise (spies)”, except it really wasn’t and now she gonna need some hair dye and probably have to hear someone day “told you so”.

Aries and Orion got some mail from mummy and daddy that basically said “bai!” so they made out a little (as twins do) and decided to peace out and see the world or something.

Then Artemis visited her Aunty Holly, but not because she wanted to go hiking and get more steps, but because she’s looking for something (or maybe someone?).

Lastly, Mosi took us on a bummed out tour of the new vampire bachelor pad and kind of missed his mom (or at least her decorating flair). Turns out Anubis is a pretty chill, but kind of antisocial, roomie.

Onward!


Marketa

“It is easy to disdain an ambitious woman, and mark her as a villain.”

“But did you ever sacrifice pregnant girls on the altar of your ambition, mother?” She asked the memory, “would you call me a villain if you knew what I have done?”

The girl was gone, Sabit said, and the queen’s panic receded into relief, followed inevitably by a stab of guilt; but it could not be helped.

The all consuming anxiety, the white hot anger. Beasts on her shoulder, creatures of her own making.

“And now I have come too far to turn back.”

Marketa’s mother had been the first among the wives of the Scorpion Prince, and the Queen of Sim’Caritambo had been her only daughter, born small, and cursed with a sickly disposition as a child.

There had never been much belief that the delicate little princess would amount to anything, except in the eyes of her mother; Lady Ruzena saw her daughter’s weak body, and determined only that the child would need a different kind of weaponry than her more robust sisters.

Instead of a shield and spear, Marketa was armed and armoured with what she could glean from the study of books and the natural world. No one in the Scorpion Court cared what the little girl learned under her mother’s watchful eye, but perhaps they should have.

“People will always underestimate you; use it to your advantage.”

And they did, and she had; first at the Queen’s Proving, and then again upon arriving in the Jaguar City to be the Ayar’s bride. The pride in Lady Ruzena’s face had been all the reward she needed at the time; they had won.

Then, the festivities were over. The queen’s mother was far away in the Scorpion Court, once again, and her daughter was left alone in the Conqueror’s City amid a throng of strangers, married to a man she barely knew.

Kon did not behave like any man she’d ever met, and most especially not like her own father.

The Scorpion Prince was severe and cerebral, ruling his court with ruthless efficiency and economy.

The Ayar Descendant did occasionally show hints of intelligence, to be fair, but he was flighty, irresponsible, and seemed only to care about pleasure and indolence, happy to let his councilors and stewards run the daily affairs of his office.

“Contempt is the death of regard.”

Marketa came very quickly to scorn her husband’s company, though the worst of his qualities afforded her the most advantage; it was no difficult thing to grasp the reins of Sim’Caritambo from it’s indifferent king.

At first the power of her position was the reward; the absolute obedience of an entire nation is a heady thing for a young woman used to being overlooked. That she enjoyed it, and was good at it, were unexpected delights; seeing the great city flourish under her care brought a depth of satisfaction to her life that she hadn’t even known she wanted.

Then the first year of their marriage was done, and Marketa sat in the Jaguar Court as her husband announced the impending birth of their child. There was celebration and congratulation, and everyone agreed that the Conqueror had indeed blessed his chosen people.

The nobles favoured the King’s Harem with their loveliest daughters, and slavers came to pay tribute with gifts of beautiful, exotic women. The Year of Temaz was finished, and the ruler of Sim’Caritambo would bless the nation by filling the bellies of as many wenches as he could manage; to say that Kon was excited was a gross understatement.

“Question everyone’s motives, especially your own, lest you be caught unawares.”

Marketa had thought herself pleased at the notion that she would no longer have to suffer Kon’s constant advances, and sulking over her disdain for his bed; a stunning lack of foresight, but also a valuable lesson.

The Queen of Sim’Caritambo held her newborn daughter, Nenetl, and a cold fear washed over her; she had been certain, so very certain, that her rule had been ordained by the gods themselves.

The small, unappreciated girlchild besting the mighty spearmaidens of Simchu Pichu, rising to rescue a floundering nation from a lackadaisical, unworthy ruler.

It was an inspiring story, in her mind, and she had expected it to have a happy ending; the triumphant, underdog queen holding a shining star to her bosom, ushering forth a new and glorious line of kings in the name of the Conqueror.

But it was a lie.

Did one of the harem wenches carry the Scion already? Was everything she’d worked for about to come crumbling down around her? He would be born to another woman, celebrated and loved by all; and one day, they would give him the kingdom that she had rescued and nurtured.

If she yet lived when Kon died, she would be sacrificed like a goat, to accompany her insufferable husband to the afterlife; thank you so very much, Queen Marketa, for your service.

It could not be born; it would not be born.

“A wise person seeks council, in troubled times; a fool flounders under their own hubris.”

The Queen of Sim’Caritambo dispatched a missive to the Scorpion Court on the eve of her daughter’s birth, and in a handful of days, her salvation arrived.

Marketa was surprised to find she had truly missed her old tutor and lover, and was pleased to hear what the mystic had received a Vision for her.

“I have seen you, Your Radiance, holding a golden key in your hand, with your husband trapped in a gilded cage; a thousand maidens come to tempt him, and he presses himself against the bars, but they cannot enter–”

The queen heard Sabit’s words, and it was like the clouds parted and brought sudden wisdom to her mind.

“A fertility tincture!” She crowed, “I have studied such things as can make a man’s seed foul from the moment he expels it, unless it finds itself inside the womb of a woman who also takes the tincture!”

Sabit face registered concern, or perhaps disapproval? “That sounds very much like a toxin, my Queen; I must protest if you intend to intoxicate yourself, especially given your delicate health–”

“It can be done very mildly, Sabit; only a slight alteration to the body’s humours,” could the woman not see? “This very thing was ordained in your Vision! The principle ingredient for the tincture is locksgold, and what opens a golden lock? A golden key!”

“The more common name for that flower is yellow folly, Your Radiance, as I am certain you are aware; it has been known to induce varying degrees of erratic behaviour, even madness, and is highly addictive in nature,” the witch shook her head, “your mother would not approve of–”

“My mother is not the Queen of Sim’Caritambo!” Marketa hissed; how did this woman not understand that they had been handed the solution on a golden platter by the gods themselves! This was a test, clearly; and she would not flounder.

“Be bold for yourself, my pearl; no one will be bold on your behalf.”


Nerissa

Nerissa had kind of a problem; after a long long (long) time trying to have a baby lamia, she finally birthed something, but she wasn’t sure which one of her mate-meals had made the offspring with her!

There had been a lot of mate-meals over the past while…

…of all shapes and sizes!

Nerissa was always careful to change into her not-lamia form before she mated with them, because she didn’t want them to get scared away! (Lamia’s were the scariest monsters, everybody knew that.)

She thought that maybe the hatchling’s father was the hairy-growler? They both had brownish fur and pointy teeth, even though her offspring didn’t have any claws.

And it didn’t have horns or a tail either.

Were those things that would come in later? It’s teeth and fur did, so maybe she just had to be a bit more patient.

Nerissa really wanted to know which mate-meal had made the offspring with her so that she could find another one that was kind of the same and try again (just in case this one didn’t get any better).

At least it seemed to be ferocious enough to be a lamia, and it had a real hearty appetite, too!

It could go through one toothy-lizard a day, easy, and Nerissa had to admit, it made her feel all warm and fuzzy to see the hatchling tackle and devour its own prey.

Even if she found another good mate-meal, and birthed a proper lamia, Nerissa decided she would not devour this extra offspring! It might be deformed, but it had spunk, and it made her pretty happy to watch it play, and attack things!

She was glad that she’d found this jungle place to live; the climate was really nice for lamias, and there was lots of water (even the air was kind of moist!), which was extra good for a water lamia like herself..

And there was lots of kinds meals to mate with too; Nerissa remembered her first jungle meal, and how it had tasted so different from anything she’d ever tried before.

At first she thought it was another lamia in not-lamia form…

…but then she got up close and realized that it didn’t know how to speak right, and she could feel the warmth coming off of its skin.

Also, it seemed really upset and worried, and when she gave it a test bite (just to make sure it wasn’t some kind of jungle-lamia), it squealed and fainted!

Thank goodness for the not-lamia that Nerissa had been there! Everybody knew that it was a lamia’s job to eat stuff that needed to be put out of their misery. Or if they were bad lovers, or if they were sick, or if they were too weak to defend themselves; all those things.

Nerissa took her lamia duties very seriously.

Suddenly, Nerissa had a Big Thought; what if the not-lamia was the mate-meal that had helped her make the hatchling? She’d assumed that the offspring just looked like her own not-lamia form, but what if it was taking after the actual not-lamia that she ate when she first came to the jungle?

It was impossible to be completely sure, but, maybe if she tried to find another one of the same species to mate with?

There had to be more of them around somewhere…


Pili

“Pili, did you kill a stranger?”

“I–don’t think so?”

“Sooo…she just, what, fell out of the sky?”

“Er, probably not?” Pili blinked, “but–maybe?”

“Weird,” Nafi sniffed the air, “what is that smell? It’s very–”

“Herbal,” he’d smelled that particular herb before, but not since walking the streets of a modern city…

The soft rumble of a snore interrupted their discussion.

“Is she alright? Who is she?” Asked Horus.

“Well, we’re not really sure,” Nafi admitted, “but I suppose we could try and wake her up to ask.”

Pili snorted, “good luck with that; too bad we don’t have any Cheetos to wave in front of her nose.”

“What?” They always got that look on their faces when he brought up modern stuff.

“Never mind; yelling might work,” it was worth a try, right?

“Whoooa, you guys!” Moaned a voice from the ground, “I just had the most intense dream, ever…”

The woman flopped over and sat up, staring off into the distance, looking all weirdly excited.

“I’d tell you about, but I think it’s a secret from the spirits or something,” her eyes fixed on Pili’s legs and she giggled, “hey buddy, do you wax? Niiice.”

“I like her, can we keep her?”

“Definitely not.”


Footnotes:

Speaking of mysterious odours, can you smell the climax coming? Take a deep whiff; reeks of (herbal) vampire farts.

The new kid on the block is Taveah Ra, submitted by Skcaga6; welcome to the party, Taveah! Whatever else happens from here on out, at least you got to compliment Pili on his satiny smooth legs ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

None of these shenanigans would be possible without the stunning cc made by Natalia-Auditore and jennisims! โค

HAPPY SIMMING!!

32 thoughts on “82. Step by Step

  1. I can’t wait for Marketa to get what she deserves. Which is NOTHING. Or poison. Def not a throne though, will be glad to see the last of her so Kon can Kon it up on his own, because he’s fabulous and should be celebrated.

    I was cracking up during Nerissa’s section, omg. The toddler-on-crocodile (alligator?) pose was priceless, and I loved seeing a lamia’s (very different) view of the world. Also omg the animal cc, roflllllllllllll. I think we’ve seen it all in LotL now, unless you surprise us with more.

    Hmmm, Nafi seems kind of into this new girl maybe. I don’t blame her if so! She’s gorgeous. Weird (and probably high), but beautiful.

    So glad you got another chapter out. โค โค

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    1. TOO LATE ON THE POISON.
      It was shortsighted of her to think she’d get to keep sitting on the big chair; this is Simchu Pichu, alas, it is a man’s chair. Specifically a man with silvery hair. Sorry Marky :#
      “Kon it up on his own” KEKEKEKE
      IDK why this made me giggle so much, but there you have it โค

      I didn't even bother searching for a "toddler rides a crocodile/alligator" pose; sometimes a thing is just too niche, even for TS4 pose creators ๐Ÿ˜€
      Actually, at least one of those Nerissa screenshots gave me a "heyyy, this is very Fangs-like" moment (I'll let you speculate as to which one, kekekek).

      I can confirm she's high ๐Ÿ˜ˆ ๐Ÿ˜ˆ ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

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  2. Nah, definitely keep the newcomer!

    Man, Marketa inspires a lot of feelings that I’ll expand upon when I’m not getting ready for work (sigh!). I can’t totally hate a woman who basically poisons her court in revenge for marrying Mr. Cone Tits…I like badasses who could kill me in an instant.

    And Nerissa looks so friendly! Like seriously. She’s trying her best as a lamia, mkay.

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    1. Longer thoughts! Because you’re worth it. ๐Ÿ˜˜

      – I didn’t want to “call” any predictions on Marketa’s past but something feels familiar about the thought of her being enabled by a well-meaning-yet-outright-sinister parent (idk but I’m reading some marital strain into Mommy Marketa’s life too!) Maybe I’m projecting too much about any pre-conceived ideas of Catty Bitches ™ onto this woman who doesn’t even live in a modern society. ๐Ÿ˜›

      And a king like Kon is truly unique…for better or for worse. In a less streamlined story it would be cool to see the flipside, where Marketa doesn’t have a kingdom with just the right conditions to control, and doesn’t have Sabit to do the real heavy lifting. But we got three (four with Nerissa?) worlds to cover, don’t lose sight. ๐Ÿ˜‰

      All in all I do hope she poisons herself in the end, lmao

      – If Nerissa is into bestiality then that means Spud could be her next mate. ๐Ÿค” (I left him intact for TS4 lol)

      So is maternal love something unusual for a lamia or nah? It does feel like something creeping up on Nerissa, not like she seems to mind! It’ll be much easier to work with humans than deco animals, though, for her sake and yours. โค

      – Okay so is mystery woman conjured up from the Lena/Artie/Spud dreamspace? I only speculate because we haven't seen any other dreams…and she looks a little like a Lena x Colt kid if I stretch my mind far enough. ๐Ÿ˜›

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      1. HOLY COMMENTS BATMAN โค

        Marketa's mom was/is a force to be reckoned with, either way you slice her motives; it was all about finding a way for her to win, really.
        Did she do it for her daughter, also? Maybe. Lot's of competition in that world, especially for women ๐Ÿ˜ฆ
        But maybe she just sees her daughter as an extension, or reflection of herself, and therefore MUST be first.

        Actually, while I was writing this chapter, I was thinking how these chars have so much more story to tell, and I wish I had the time, but as you say, there's too much ground to cover to hyper-focus on thems ๐Ÿ˜ฆ
        I mean, she is already poisoning herself ๐Ÿ˜‰

        Is it bestiality tho, with her being a lamia? I legit asked myself that while writing Nerissa's scene, LOL
        (The questions simlit has brought into my life)
        OMG… what would a Spud-Nerissa hybrid even look like O.O

        Maternal love IS probably a strange thing for a lamia, but not unheard of. Pride in one's progeny etc.
        She's really floundering here, not sure what to do with dis bby, but she knows that she likes it enough not to devour it.

        The mystery woman (for now) is, sadly, not related to the Lena/Artie/Spud dream stuff… her dreams are a bit more chemically induced, lolololol.
        She's fresh, brand spanking new DNA my friend โค ๐Ÿ˜€
        But you're right, if I squint, it's not outside the realm of possibility that she has a Lena/Colt ishness about her :O

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    2. Luckily, Pili probably doesn’t get the final say (go Raet, go!)

      CONE TITS. lololololol
      Marketa is more pitiable than hateable, maybe?

      Nerissa takes being a lamia VERY SERIOUS.
      It’s hard work, ok.

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  3. Lmao still giggling at that Nubbins pic at the end ๐Ÿ˜‚

    *ahem*

    I freaking loved getting so deep inside Marketaโ€™s Head! Iโ€™ve said before that I admire her ambition, and this chapter basically confirms it haha. Itโ€™s hard not to sympathize with her a little bit here โ€” She was a true underdog who found a way to pull herself up to this high position, help a kingdom prosper, and now has to deal with the fear that all she worked for will be taken from her… (and is taking a tincture that sounds like it does nothing to help that paranoia and morally questionable behavior ๐Ÿ˜ฌ)

    What sheโ€™s been doing is still terrible, of course. Thereโ€™s no excuse for murder. Itโ€™s vile and awful. But it was interesting to see her side here. I love how multi-layered she is โค๏ธ Still half-rooting for you, my girl. Just maybe a touch less murder, please? ๐Ÿ˜ญ (lol jk at this point itโ€™s too late)

    Dat Lamia mating list is… exotic and extensive ๐Ÿ˜‚ I can never unsee that freaking elephant OMG ๐Ÿ˜‚

    Her little tot is so cute though! And a very pretty mystery lady has fallen into the Amazonโ€™s lap, it seems! Yay for new characters!

    Loved this chapter! LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!

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    1. Heheheheee ๐Ÿ˜‰
      Poor Nubs โค

      I do sympathize with Marky, too; sometimes we all sacrifice our better selves on the altar of our ambitions, especially when you're given too much power too young, and make some questionable choices ๐Ÿ˜ฆ
      She was winning for a while there tho! But yeah, you're right; it's too late to discount the murdery stuff; bad choices were made! Consequences must be suffered…

      The elephant was one of my favourite things I've ever featured in this story, kekeke, I'm glad you enjoyed it!
      Also the lamia baby riding the croc. This family rocks my world ๐Ÿ˜€

      YOU MEAN RAET RIGHT?!

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  4. OMG!!! So much awesome in this chapter!

    I feel a tiny bit sorry for Marketa because mommy dearest kind of screwed her over from a young age. Still, what she did was not cool, and what she tried to do – kill Desh – cannot be forgiven.

    Nerissa! โค โค โค

    Her voice is priceless! She was gorgeous! All her meal-mates were hilarious af and her not-lamia child was just the cutest! That snappygator stood no chance!

    New stoned gurl that fell from the sky! โค โค โค

    Total babe!!! Can't wait to see how her character progresses, I reckon Pili's thirsty for some stoner gurl! ๐Ÿ˜€

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    1. Thankssss!!! โค

      Yeah, Marketa is a bit pitiable. Some good stuff, some bad stuff, some overcoming, some floundering; she's not wholly evil, like most antagonists, but what you gonna do?!

      Nerissa is my beautiful girl! โค
      She's very dedicated to finding the best meal-mates to maybe have babies with (preferably lamia babies ofc) ๐Ÿ˜€

      The stoned girl IS a total babe! Skcaga did a great job with her, she's a peach; I cannot yet confirm or deny Pili thirst levels ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

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      1. Marketa almost reminds me of an early Sage.

        *Nerissa looks for meal-mate* I volunteer as tribute! โค (I can think of worse ways to go!) ๐Ÿ˜€

        At first, I thought that she was Artie when she was laying on her face! ๐Ÿ˜€

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      2. Ahhh! Early Sage vibes!
        Maybe she’ll have a reckoning of her own some day? Whoa. Wouldn’t that be a thing!

        Nerissa is SUPER nice when she’s devouring her meal-mates, too; you won’t find a more considerate lamia, she guarantees it! ๐Ÿ˜€

        Artie, eh… hmm! ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

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      3. Maybe! Wouldn’t it be some kind of justice if she goes,

        “You know what, Mommy dearest, and Daddy dearest? You guys are the worst!”

        And she goes and conquers her own people and gets the kingdom she desires, leaving Kon to be Kon! ๐Ÿ˜€

        Well, as long as she guarantees it, I’m sold! ๐Ÿ˜€

        Hmm… ๐Ÿ˜‰

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      4. AND THEN, she also opens a rehab center for substance abuse, and she and Kon work out some really dope co-parenting ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

        IT COULD HAPPEN (it probably won’t).

        OFC; Nerissa is a PROFESSIONAL.

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  5. Pili โค and my beautiful Teveah <3. Too bad she didn't land on his … i'm sure you know where my thoughts went. Happy to see Pili again. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Boy will someone be surprised when she learns that the preggo isn't dead as she though. I have a feeling…well I have a lot of those actually. Especially about Pili…but I have a feeling that the witch is up to something. She has plans for that grandbaby of hers. Plans that do not include the current queen remaining the queen.

    Nerissa…beautiful, but I would not want to be one of her meals.

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  6. Ha! I see what you did there with Marketa and you did it well, because it worked.
    Hmmm. Lady Ruzena is a mighty regal figure. I loved all those quotes of wisdom from her. We all need a mother like her to help us discover inner depths and become best (or worst) version of ourselves. 10/10 would want to be adopted by her.
    I wonder what Sabit’s interpretation of her vision had been before Marketa interrupted her. It was clear that she had a different solution in mind. I guess we will never learn what it was.
    Oh man, lamia and the elephant. And I thought nothing can surprise (and shock me) anymore. Can’t get the thoughts of how the poor child would look like out of my head and it’s all your fault!
    I checked the character page and couldn’t find any info on Taveah to figure out what she’s going to be about. I guess I’ll have to wait then to form an opinion.

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    1. Why thank you! โค ๐Ÿ˜ˆ
      I'm glad it worked; there's always the concern that a thing will misstep and fall flat on its face.

      Lady Ruzena IS very regal! I had a good time making her look slightly more queenly than her daughter, who has a lot to live up to.
      She's a very "throw them in the lake and they will learn to swim" sort of parent, or maybe, "give them just enough rope to hang themselves".
      No doubt, she did her best to give Marketa the opportunity for success, but expected her to grasp it on her own.

      Sabit definitely had some differing opinions about her Vision! Just goes to show; you should leave the interpreting to the pros, Marketa, but whatever, too late now!

      Alas, the cc does not (yet) exist to properly express what an elephant-lamia hybrid would look like ๐Ÿ˜€
      Oh man. If someone made it, though, I would absolutely do them a solid and include it in LotL, omg!! O.O

      I think Taveah is on the casting call page as a "gen 4 mercenary" at the moment, but I'll update her on the official character page after we get a clearer picture of what he role is going to be ๐Ÿ˜ˆ
      Spoilers: not actually a mercenary ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

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  7. So much going on in this chapter…. The insight into Marketa was very cool and explains some of her motivation. So she is the killer of pregnant females…sigh…and that will eventually kill her too. I wonder if she will conceive a son first?

    Then we see Marissa! She is the evil but not evil. I wondered about the dude she killed earlier being the baby daddy. I hope she doesn’t find Pili and think he might make a good Lamia….

    And the new girl is interesting…hmmm….

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    1. All along, we thought Marketa was some criminal mastermind; turns out she’s an addict who made some poor choices in her youth and doesn’t know how to free herself from the prison of her own making ๐Ÿ˜ญ
      Aww, man!

      Nerissa is just the most professional lamia ever! She’s, like, culling the herd, or something ๐Ÿ˜
      I think Pili would survive a Nerissa encounter tho; he’s defs not a bad lover ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

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  8. Hmmm…we got to see WHY Marketa is the way she is. Her mother and the tincture combined to make a really heinous bitch. Makes sense!

    I loved all the mother’s advice. You could understand why she’d give it and why Marketa might have misinterpreted some of it to make very bad choices.

    OMG…some of those outfits and diva face paint! KON! You really are one dumb shit…heh…

    Now onto the lamia…EEK! She’s going to give me nightmares. Just looking at her raises bumps on my arms! And she made a little girl from that poor schmuck in the jungle. (I almost forgot all about him). At least she knows what to do with her food. Looking forward to learning more about her in the next gen.

    And Pili…what you do to get this stoned girl into your place. Why don’t you know anything? I’m not buying your “I don’t know a thing” routine. (I bet she’s preggers…with a Pili child. ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

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    1. It just goes to show! Drugs are bad ok; stay in school, kids; you don’t want to end up like Aunty Marketa, hopped up on flower toxins ๐Ÿ˜ฎ
      (I’m sure mommy scorpion wouldn’t be super proud about that)
      It’s true, no matter how much good advice you think you’re giving, as a parent, it all depends on the filter our kids run it through!

      Kon is BEAUTIFUL, ok, isn’t that all that matters? It totally is ๐Ÿ˜€ kekekekekeke
      I mean, why even have all these councilors and scholars and whatnot if they can’t help a brother out so he has more time for trying on clothes and applying perfect makeup?
      That’s just sound delegation, right there.

      Poor Waldo! I mean, she *kind of* did him a solid by putting him out of his misery before he realized he was thrown back into ancient times…
      Ah, lamia’s are fun for everyone! (Okay, not Waldo, maybe).

      GASP. Do you really think I’d let Pili father more babies? (Hehehehe, okay, I totally would).
      How many Pili babies is even enough babies? Is there a number that exists? The important questions!

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  9. OMG. Honestly, you just made me LOVE Marky. Yeah, evil bitch kills poor preggo slave succubi, but srsly, a girl has to do what a girl has to do. I even like her mommy.
    And I think considering the world they live in, there’s no other choice for her to keep a decent life.
    If she wouldn’t do what she did, a sickly weak girl like her would probably be dead. Or live in the expectance of very near death. Or slavery. Or idk.
    But instead she’s using her position and power to improve a kingdom.
    I’m totes rooting for Marky ๐Ÿ˜€ The girl deserves some happiness, after all. โค

    Also, Pili โค

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  10. Nerissa’s really creepy. I hope she doesn’t run into any of our boys, but that’s apparently what you’re trying to prepare us for.
    And I still feel bad for Cassie. She’s lost everyone.

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