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LAUFEY Makeup by Florrie White and hair styled by Sebastien Bascle ahead of the Chloé FW25 show at Paris Fashion Week on March 6th 2025

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🌸 My Fair Lady Dress 🌸

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"There's no need to apologise, dear; it was a reasonable response." She means it sincerely — Pickles clearly means a lot to Sidney so losing her must've been horrible.

She smiles softly at him as he thanks her. "It's no trouble at all, honestly. Here, would you like to take her?"

Something creeps around the store. Crawling over the shelves, tiny paws padding over the jars of various teas. Pickles even stares at her own reflection in the kettle, bumping her head against it a few times before moving around it. Until she realizes she can’t get down from the shelf. After crawling out from a crack in the wall, now she’s stuck on a shelf beside the stairs. She starts to scream.

Sidney keeps checking out the window, which is still bolted shut and the grate pulled over. Her little crib is empty, and now he’s checking loose floorboards in case she’s fallen through.

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Birta has noticed something crawling around recently. At first she thinks it's just her imagination, electing to ignore the almost unnoticeable bumping against the teacups — maybe someone's just making a bit of noise in the shop next door, Sidney's shop if she remembers correctly.

Then she hears the feeble screaming of something very small in the quiet of the almost empty shop and suddenly she's very sure it's not just her imagination as she rushes over to the shelf to see what's causing all the noise.

"Oh! Hello there, little one," she says softly to the little thing seemingly trapped on the shelf, carefully scooping her up. "Where'd you come from?"

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"She was walking along one of the shelves over there — I've no idea how she got there," Birta explains, gently squeezing Sidney's hand. "I was about to bring her back to you when you walked in."

She's glad he begins to calm down — it'd been rather saddening to see him so beside himself. She's also glad that Pickles was safely in her shop instead of lost outside somewhere.

Something creeps around the store. Crawling over the shelves, tiny paws padding over the jars of various teas. Pickles even stares at her own reflection in the kettle, bumping her head against it a few times before moving around it. Until she realizes she can’t get down from the shelf. After crawling out from a crack in the wall, now she’s stuck on a shelf beside the stairs. She starts to scream.

Sidney keeps checking out the window, which is still bolted shut and the grate pulled over. Her little crib is empty, and now he’s checking loose floorboards in case she’s fallen through.

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Birta has noticed something crawling around recently. At first she thinks it's just her imagination, electing to ignore the almost unnoticeable bumping against the teacups — maybe someone's just making a bit of noise in the shop next door, Sidney's shop if she remembers correctly.

Then she hears the feeble screaming of something very small in the quiet of the almost empty shop and suddenly she's very sure it's not just her imagination as she rushes over to the shelf to see what's causing all the noise.

"Oh! Hello there, little one," she says softly to the little thing seemingly trapped on the shelf, carefully scooping her up. "Where'd you come from?"

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As carefully as possible, as not to wake her, Birta scoops Pickles out of the teacup she'd been sleeping in. Then she sits down across from Sidney.

"Sidney, dear, look," she says softly, gently holding one of his hands with her free hand. "She's here, okay? Perfectly alright."

Something creeps around the store. Crawling over the shelves, tiny paws padding over the jars of various teas. Pickles even stares at her own reflection in the kettle, bumping her head against it a few times before moving around it. Until she realizes she can’t get down from the shelf. After crawling out from a crack in the wall, now she’s stuck on a shelf beside the stairs. She starts to scream.

Sidney keeps checking out the window, which is still bolted shut and the grate pulled over. Her little crib is empty, and now he’s checking loose floorboards in case she’s fallen through.

@once-minted-made-vinted

Birta has noticed something crawling around recently. At first she thinks it's just her imagination, electing to ignore the almost unnoticeable bumping against the teacups — maybe someone's just making a bit of noise in the shop next door, Sidney's shop if she remembers correctly.

Then she hears the feeble screaming of something very small in the quiet of the almost empty shop and suddenly she's very sure it's not just her imagination as she rushes over to the shelf to see what's causing all the noise.

"Oh! Hello there, little one," she says softly to the little thing seemingly trapped on the shelf, carefully scooping her up. "Where'd you come from?"

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Well nevermind then.

Birta is a little taken aback when Sidney enters the shop. He's in such a state that she genuinely worries for his wellbeing for a moment, almost forgetting that she has his cat. "Sidney–?"

It's only when he asks that she realises why he's in such a state in the first. "She's right here, don't worry." She points to the teacup on the counter before getting up to gingerly guide Sidney to sit down. "She's asleep, just take a moment to breathe, dear."

Something creeps around the store. Crawling over the shelves, tiny paws padding over the jars of various teas. Pickles even stares at her own reflection in the kettle, bumping her head against it a few times before moving around it. Until she realizes she can’t get down from the shelf. After crawling out from a crack in the wall, now she’s stuck on a shelf beside the stairs. She starts to scream.

Sidney keeps checking out the window, which is still bolted shut and the grate pulled over. Her little crib is empty, and now he’s checking loose floorboards in case she’s fallen through.

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Birta has noticed something crawling around recently. At first she thinks it's just her imagination, electing to ignore the almost unnoticeable bumping against the teacups — maybe someone's just making a bit of noise in the shop next door, Sidney's shop if she remembers correctly.

Then she hears the feeble screaming of something very small in the quiet of the almost empty shop and suddenly she's very sure it's not just her imagination as she rushes over to the shelf to see what's causing all the noise.

"Oh! Hello there, little one," she says softly to the little thing seemingly trapped on the shelf, carefully scooping her up. "Where'd you come from?"

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🍌 Did your muse ever get a sex related injury? If so, what happened?

"I'm not sure if this quite counts as an injury but in a rather unfortunate turn of events, I managed to get my tooth knocked out while riding my first husband." She pauses to show off the fact that the molar just beside her right canine tooth isn't there. "It wasn't anything particularly rigorous but he moved upwards to quickly and I fell forward and hit my mouth on the bedpost. Not the best night of my life."

🍄 What was your most memorable wet dream?

"Oh gosh, um... Well, there's one I had where someone — I'm not sure who — is fucking me really hard but they aren't dominant in the dream. Instead, I'm praising them for doing exactly as I asked, kissing them and biting along their neck and they sounds so sweet in the dream, whimpering so beautifully for me..." She trails off before blinking a few times, shifting in her seat.

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Birta doesn't expect for the kitten to curl up in her hand so quickly, given that she's a stranger to her, but she certainly isn't complaining because she's adorable. Birta considers simply keeping the kitten until someone claims her, but then she sees the tag.

"Well hello, Pickles," she says to the kitten with a smile, walking back over to the counter and gently depositing her in a teacup there. "What are you doing so far from home?" Sure it's not that far but Pickles is tiny so it must've felt like quite the odyssey for her.

Just as she thinks about carrying Pickles back to her rightful owner, the bell on the door of the shop rings.

Ah. Well she supposes it'll have to wait until later.

Something creeps around the store. Crawling over the shelves, tiny paws padding over the jars of various teas. Pickles even stares at her own reflection in the kettle, bumping her head against it a few times before moving around it. Until she realizes she can’t get down from the shelf. After crawling out from a crack in the wall, now she’s stuck on a shelf beside the stairs. She starts to scream.

Sidney keeps checking out the window, which is still bolted shut and the grate pulled over. Her little crib is empty, and now he’s checking loose floorboards in case she’s fallen through.

@once-minted-made-vinted

Birta has noticed something crawling around recently. At first she thinks it's just her imagination, electing to ignore the almost unnoticeable bumping against the teacups — maybe someone's just making a bit of noise in the shop next door, Sidney's shop if she remembers correctly.

Then she hears the feeble screaming of something very small in the quiet of the almost empty shop and suddenly she's very sure it's not just her imagination as she rushes over to the shelf to see what's causing all the noise.

"Oh! Hello there, little one," she says softly to the little thing seemingly trapped on the shelf, carefully scooping her up. "Where'd you come from?"

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Something creeps around the store. Crawling over the shelves, tiny paws padding over the jars of various teas. Pickles even stares at her own reflection in the kettle, bumping her head against it a few times before moving around it. Until she realizes she can’t get down from the shelf. After crawling out from a crack in the wall, now she’s stuck on a shelf beside the stairs. She starts to scream.

Sidney keeps checking out the window, which is still bolted shut and the grate pulled over. Her little crib is empty, and now he’s checking loose floorboards in case she’s fallen through.

@once-minted-made-vinted

Birta has noticed something crawling around recently. At first she thinks it's just her imagination, electing to ignore the almost unnoticeable bumping against the teacups — maybe someone's just making a bit of noise in the shop next door, Sidney's shop if she remembers correctly.

Then she hears the feeble screaming of something very small in the quiet of the almost empty shop and suddenly she's very sure it's not just her imagination as she rushes over to the shelf to see what's causing all the noise.

"Oh! Hello there, little one," she says softly to the little thing seemingly trapped on the shelf, carefully scooping her up. "Where'd you come from?"

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Sinday Memes for Naughty Headcanons

Fruit and Vegetable Edition

In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s! Reblog, do not repost or add

🍎 What gets you in the mood the most? What's their biggest turn-on?

🍌 Did your muse ever get a sex related injury? If so, what happened?

🍑 Foreplay, or straight to business? What do you like to do for foreplay?

🍆 Do you masturbate? If so, how often?

🌶 Are you a sub, dom, or a switch? Do you prefer giving or receiving?

🍋 What is the most sensitive part you enjoy getting touched/played with? Do you have any no-go zones?

🍓 Are you a virgin? If not, when and how did you lose their virginity?

🥕 Have you ever had a threesome/orgy/multiple partners at once? If not, would you like to?

🍇 Oral, Anal or Vaginal? Which one/s do you enjoy most?

🍊 Do you own any toys? Have you used any? What is your favorite?

🍉 Name between 3-5 of your top kinks.

🍍 What is your sexual orientation? What is your romantic orientation?

🍒 Do you have an aftercare routine? What does it look like?

🧅 What is something you always wanted to try sexually but never got to?

🍄 What was your most memorable wet dream?

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07/01/2025, 15:32

It's been a good day at the shop.

A small class had come in on a school trip, undoubtedly suggested by the teacher (one of her favourite regulars, a delightful elderly woman).

Usually Birta dreads letting children into the shop, as they usually mess up displays or leave cups lying about the shop, leaving her to clean up the mess.

However, this class, consisting of only 11 students, was nothing short of delightful, clearly genuinely intrigued by the process Birta carries out to in order to figure out new flavours. Every student participated in the little workshop (guessing specific flavours) with great interest and the teacher (Mrs. Offaly) seemed quite pleased.

As she bids the class farewell, Birta can't help but smile — they all look so happy.

It's been a great day.

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Birta shrugs. "The dress helps more than the fan, in all honesty — it's thinner than it looks," she responds to his question, subtly angling the fan to redirect the cooler air to her chest. She wouldn't want to be visibly sweaty.

"Oh, the AC unit usually just needs a light hit to get it working."

When he’d taken over the shop last year, it was in the dead of winter. Utterly freezing in the flat above, socializing with his neighbours never occurred. An occasional greeting was enough for him at the time, never too worried about making friends. Sidney was a surprise replacement, inheriting the building after the sudden death of a far off relative. The shop was a bit of squeeze, a slightly narrow doorframe he’d had to replace within the first month.

Now baking in the summer, he’s squeezed into a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt while he wanders around the park. There’s very few people he even recognizes, and he’s starting to find the corner of the park with more shade a bit better.

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When Birta had heard about the passing of her neighbour, she'd expected their shop to close and likely be repurposed as a coffee shop or something. However, everything kept running.

She never went to check on her neighbour — they'd never actually met and, as it'd been the dead of winter, she never really had any plans to change that. She'd just assumed that someone else inherited the shop and they'd continue ok the path of their predecessor and have no interaction between them.

Until the shopkeepers' gathering.

It's an annual picnic in the park, usually in the summer, with every shopkeeper on that street being invited. Perfect opportunity to make friends or, in actuality, be inconceivably nosy. Either way, it's much to hot out for anyone to enjoy it fully.

Birta has been sitting in the shade since she arrived, comfortably lounging under a tree. Then she spots an unfamiliar face. A gorgeous one at that.

So that's who runs the antiques shop next door.

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The mention of Pickles confuses Birta, simply because she knows for a fact that it likely isn't a child but she's never heard of anyone bottle feeding their pets after a certain point — is Pickles a kitten? Birta can only hope to meet her soon. For now, she simply nods. "Don't worry, I rarely ever hear a thing." That's not entirely true but oh well.

The question makes her chuckle. "I run fairly cold so this weather sort of just balances me out. Circulation issues and whatnot." She technically not lying, she just isn't saying explicitly that the 'issue' is that her blood doesn't circulate in anything under 30°C weather.

When he’d taken over the shop last year, it was in the dead of winter. Utterly freezing in the flat above, socializing with his neighbours never occurred. An occasional greeting was enough for him at the time, never too worried about making friends. Sidney was a surprise replacement, inheriting the building after the sudden death of a far off relative. The shop was a bit of squeeze, a slightly narrow doorframe he’d had to replace within the first month.

Now baking in the summer, he’s squeezed into a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt while he wanders around the park. There’s very few people he even recognizes, and he’s starting to find the corner of the park with more shade a bit better.

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When Birta had heard about the passing of her neighbour, she'd expected their shop to close and likely be repurposed as a coffee shop or something. However, everything kept running.

She never went to check on her neighbour — they'd never actually met and, as it'd been the dead of winter, she never really had any plans to change that. She'd just assumed that someone else inherited the shop and they'd continue ok the path of their predecessor and have no interaction between them.

Until the shopkeepers' gathering.

It's an annual picnic in the park, usually in the summer, with every shopkeeper on that street being invited. Perfect opportunity to make friends or, in actuality, be inconceivably nosy. Either way, it's much to hot out for anyone to enjoy it fully.

Birta has been sitting in the shade since she arrived, comfortably lounging under a tree. Then she spots an unfamiliar face. A gorgeous one at that.

So that's who runs the antiques shop next door.

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At the mention of tea sets, Birta's smile grows a little brighter, showing her teeth in the process. Visibly sharp, especially her canines.

"Well that sounds lovely! Just knock on the wall between our shops whenever you're ready for me to come over — I'll probably hear it; the walls aren't very thick." She's also learned in the year of being here that it is a shared wall, which is mildly disconcerting and part of the reason why she never has anyone over to her apartment.

When he’d taken over the shop last year, it was in the dead of winter. Utterly freezing in the flat above, socializing with his neighbours never occurred. An occasional greeting was enough for him at the time, never too worried about making friends. Sidney was a surprise replacement, inheriting the building after the sudden death of a far off relative. The shop was a bit of squeeze, a slightly narrow doorframe he’d had to replace within the first month.

Now baking in the summer, he’s squeezed into a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt while he wanders around the park. There’s very few people he even recognizes, and he’s starting to find the corner of the park with more shade a bit better.

@once-minted-made-vinted

When Birta had heard about the passing of her neighbour, she'd expected their shop to close and likely be repurposed as a coffee shop or something. However, everything kept running.

She never went to check on her neighbour — they'd never actually met and, as it'd been the dead of winter, she never really had any plans to change that. She'd just assumed that someone else inherited the shop and they'd continue ok the path of their predecessor and have no interaction between them.

Until the shopkeepers' gathering.

It's an annual picnic in the park, usually in the summer, with every shopkeeper on that street being invited. Perfect opportunity to make friends or, in actuality, be inconceivably nosy. Either way, it's much to hot out for anyone to enjoy it fully.

Birta has been sitting in the shade since she arrived, comfortably lounging under a tree. Then she spots an unfamiliar face. A gorgeous one at that.

So that's who runs the antiques shop next door.

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The sudden offer surprises her, eyebrows raising to show it. Come around could mean a number of things but the first that comes to mind is his flat, though she highly doubts that he meant that — they've only known each other for about 10 minutes.

"Sure," she responds with a smile, choosing not to ask him to elaborate on his meaning. She assumes that he means to his shop though.

When he’d taken over the shop last year, it was in the dead of winter. Utterly freezing in the flat above, socializing with his neighbours never occurred. An occasional greeting was enough for him at the time, never too worried about making friends. Sidney was a surprise replacement, inheriting the building after the sudden death of a far off relative. The shop was a bit of squeeze, a slightly narrow doorframe he’d had to replace within the first month.

Now baking in the summer, he’s squeezed into a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt while he wanders around the park. There’s very few people he even recognizes, and he’s starting to find the corner of the park with more shade a bit better.

@once-minted-made-vinted

When Birta had heard about the passing of her neighbour, she'd expected their shop to close and likely be repurposed as a coffee shop or something. However, everything kept running.

She never went to check on her neighbour — they'd never actually met and, as it'd been the dead of winter, she never really had any plans to change that. She'd just assumed that someone else inherited the shop and they'd continue ok the path of their predecessor and have no interaction between them.

Until the shopkeepers' gathering.

It's an annual picnic in the park, usually in the summer, with every shopkeeper on that street being invited. Perfect opportunity to make friends or, in actuality, be inconceivably nosy. Either way, it's much to hot out for anyone to enjoy it fully.

Birta has been sitting in the shade since she arrived, comfortably lounging under a tree. Then she spots an unfamiliar face. A gorgeous one at that.

So that's who runs the antiques shop next door.

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In all honesty, Birta enjoys listening to Sidney prattle on about himself — it's nice to hear someone talk about their experiences, makes her feel more human than she actually is.

"No, I've only been there a year," she responds with a smile. "A bit over a year actually — I moved here last spring."

When he’d taken over the shop last year, it was in the dead of winter. Utterly freezing in the flat above, socializing with his neighbours never occurred. An occasional greeting was enough for him at the time, never too worried about making friends. Sidney was a surprise replacement, inheriting the building after the sudden death of a far off relative. The shop was a bit of squeeze, a slightly narrow doorframe he’d had to replace within the first month.

Now baking in the summer, he’s squeezed into a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt while he wanders around the park. There’s very few people he even recognizes, and he’s starting to find the corner of the park with more shade a bit better.

@once-minted-made-vinted

When Birta had heard about the passing of her neighbour, she'd expected their shop to close and likely be repurposed as a coffee shop or something. However, everything kept running.

She never went to check on her neighbour — they'd never actually met and, as it'd been the dead of winter, she never really had any plans to change that. She'd just assumed that someone else inherited the shop and they'd continue ok the path of their predecessor and have no interaction between them.

Until the shopkeepers' gathering.

It's an annual picnic in the park, usually in the summer, with every shopkeeper on that street being invited. Perfect opportunity to make friends or, in actuality, be inconceivably nosy. Either way, it's much to hot out for anyone to enjoy it fully.

Birta has been sitting in the shade since she arrived, comfortably lounging under a tree. Then she spots an unfamiliar face. A gorgeous one at that.

So that's who runs the antiques shop next door.

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"That sounds like a lot to deal with," she says once Sidney has finished listing what needs to be done. "As I said, I'd be happy to help. And don't worry too much if you do find any rats; the last few died in June of last year." Birta only knows because the scratching stopped around that time and her shop was the only solace from the smell — she had to start keeping half her stock in her flat to block it out.

Birta nods in response to his question. "Yes, I am. Less furniture does help to make the place feel way less cramped. I've found that painting the walls a lighter colour can be very beneficial as well."

When he’d taken over the shop last year, it was in the dead of winter. Utterly freezing in the flat above, socializing with his neighbours never occurred. An occasional greeting was enough for him at the time, never too worried about making friends. Sidney was a surprise replacement, inheriting the building after the sudden death of a far off relative. The shop was a bit of squeeze, a slightly narrow doorframe he’d had to replace within the first month.

Now baking in the summer, he’s squeezed into a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt while he wanders around the park. There’s very few people he even recognizes, and he’s starting to find the corner of the park with more shade a bit better.

@once-minted-made-vinted

When Birta had heard about the passing of her neighbour, she'd expected their shop to close and likely be repurposed as a coffee shop or something. However, everything kept running.

She never went to check on her neighbour — they'd never actually met and, as it'd been the dead of winter, she never really had any plans to change that. She'd just assumed that someone else inherited the shop and they'd continue ok the path of their predecessor and have no interaction between them.

Until the shopkeepers' gathering.

It's an annual picnic in the park, usually in the summer, with every shopkeeper on that street being invited. Perfect opportunity to make friends or, in actuality, be inconceivably nosy. Either way, it's much to hot out for anyone to enjoy it fully.

Birta has been sitting in the shade since she arrived, comfortably lounging under a tree. Then she spots an unfamiliar face. A gorgeous one at that.

So that's who runs the antiques shop next door.