gorgeous.

based on this post i made recently because i have zero chill.

OR, the one where they meet again years later and maybe hate isn’t what we think it is.

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Poppy hates her immediately. again.

a loud laugh rips through the ball room, slides seamlessly between mingling guests and gentle music. Poppy's attention snaps away from her parents' friend's cousin's son who's droning on about rowing and his private equity firm and about how it was oh so lovely to summer in Florence this year.

she’s so me

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Need a pretty girl to be absolutely possessive over me. That would solve all my problems

'cause i'm a 10 out of 10 honestly

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god you're so fucked up lets make out

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Crown Princess Morgan walked down the aisle toward her place, all eyes were on her. Her military uniform was a deep shade of blue that seemed to complement her skin and piercing blue eyes.

Morgan waited for her betrothed to walk down the aisle to her. Morgan’s royal military uniform was adorned with intricate gold embroidery that caught the light in a dazzling display. The deep blue of the fabric was set off by the shimmering gold, giving the outfit an air of regality and power.

The buttons down the front were also made of gold, with each one bearing the crest of the imperial family. Beneath the jacket, Morgan wore a crisp white shirt with a high collar, a nod to the traditional military dress of the empire.

Her trousers were sharply tailored, tapering at the ankle to show off her polished black boots. Completing the outfit was a gleaming sword, its hilt encrusted with jewels, glinting in the light. The sword was a symbol of Morgan’s rank and position as a member of the imperial family, and it added to the grandeur of the occasion.

As Morgan stood at the front of the aisle, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and responsibility. She was not only the crown princess, but also a respected member of the military, entrusted with the protection and leadership of her people. She knew that her role carried great significance, and she was determined to fulfill her duties with honor and grace.

As the wedding march began to play, all eyes turned toward the entrance of the cathedral. Morgan held her breath in anticipation. And then, there she was. Poppy, her bride, walked down the aisle, resplendent in a gown that matched the regality of Morgan’s uniform.

Poppy’s gown was made of pure white silk, adorned with delicate lace and shimmering beads that caught the light of the cathedral as she moved. The gown hugged her figure, accentuating her curves and flowing into a sweeping train behind her. Her long, strawberry-blonde hair was styled in loose curls, cascading down her back, and she wore a jeweled tiara that sparkled atop her head. Her eyes were bright with emotion, and her smile was radiant as she made her way toward Morgan.

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WAKE UP GIRLIES IT’S TIME FOR POPPY MIN-SINCLAIR RENAISSANCE

Yaaaaas

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GABI

I AM FED

screeching cryinggggg throwing up

they look so good

Am I back on my poppy bs? Who knows

where the content 🤔

In your docs hoe

says you smh, where's the WIPPPPP

What wip? Idk what you are talking about.

👀 wip by gabi confirmed

stop hiding the WIP

Am I back on my poppy bs? Who knows

where the content 🤔

In your docs hoe

says you smh, where's the WIPPPPP

What wip? Idk what you are talking about.

👀 wip by gabi confirmed

Am I back on my poppy bs? Who knows

where the content 🤔

In your docs hoe

says you smh, where's the WIPPPPP