
"I thought I'd find you here, Princess," calls the knightess over hedges of roses. She approaches swiftly, weaving between bushes, and stops once she can just barely smell the princesses perfume.
My valentine is Ascelina! Or should I say... Knightess Virginia...
Angeline, too stupefied to utter a sound, simply stares...
"Please," Virginia croaks, "forgive my foolishness, your highness." She waits another moment before recanting, "I should not have suggested something so outlandish. Begging your pardon," she pivots to leave.
"Wait!" Angeline snags Virginia's sleeve and pushes to her feet, "Wait, please wait." It's Angeline's turn to blush, glancing at where she had absentmindedly grabbed Virginia and dropping her hands to wring together in her lap as they face each other.
She clears her throat, suddenly shy, "You... would you truly do such a thing?" she chances a glance at Virginia.
"I would slay any number of men to ensure your happiness, Angeline" Virginia declares, without hesitation.
Angeline laughs, soft and breathy. She always knew one day a dazzling knight would win her hand, had even fantasized about her perfect match countless times as a girl. Only until recent years did the fantasies stop, replaced by a gnawing feeling of wrongness.
After Virginia's declaration, Angeline's mind feels clear as the blue sky above them, finally understanding the feelings she couldn't place. "You already have my heart," she murmurs coyly, looking up at Virginia through her lashes, "and I am sure you will win my hand as well."
Virginia, feeling emboldened, reaches up to brush Angeline's hair behind her ear. They share a bashful smile; Angeline's turning to a radiant grin as she spins away to pluck a fat pink rose.
"Suddenly," she muses over the flower held to her nose, "the air feels infinitely lighter."
Ascelina has been a marvelous partner for this contest, and I want to point out that the story we are including was written entirely by him. I’m so grateful for his creativity, and I very proud of what we have created ♡
Aster and Gardenia were friends since childhood. Their mothers had been the same, and their fathers had a fantastic rapport. It was fated that the two of them were inseparable. They had frequent playdates in the gardens of Gardenia’s humble family estate, where they would run through the yard, play games, and laugh until sundown, when they were called inside for supper. When they ran out of energy to chase each other, they would steal books from the study and sit in the alcove, reading to each other. The two children kept each other’s imaginations always sharp, imagining one another as magnificent heroes.
As the two got older, responsibilities kept them apart; Aster had to be more present around his residence and be a good role model for his two younger brothers, and Gardenia, an only child, had not much else to learn other than how to be a “lady of the house”. But their homes were just a few streets away, and when Aster had the chance, he’d come right back to knock-knock-knock on her door, where they’d talk for hours yet again. About their recent activities, what had been on their minds, their feelings about the goings-on in their circles, and perhaps the world. About their wishes, their futures.
Most men around their early adulthood have the tendency to develop quite the reputation as heartbreakers, as reckless in affairs of love. But Aster was never like this. Always a gentleman, he kept humble, but he was lively and great in conversation. Many people admired this about him, leading him to be fortunate and to attract many friends among men and women alike.
It was only natural for him to make friends with a beautiful girl his age, one who he could make laugh, who lit up his world with her love and beauty.
On Valentine’s Day, Aster had taken this woman on a walk through the beautiful town, his heart pounding in his chest and fluttering with every look and smile they exchanged. Never before had he felt so dizzy and elated in love! He couldn’t wait to return close to home and to tell Gardenia about how happy he felt.
Later, when he walked down that familiar brick-laid sidewalk, he looked up into the moon and smiled to himself in its silver glow. The night time was so beautiful, with the blossoming flower trees gently dropping petals along the path toward Gardenia’s residence. “Gardeniaaaa!” he called her name, ever so sweet outside the doors of her home.Normally, she would answer. But he was met with no response, much to his confusion.He turned the doorknob, and the door opened far too easily. An unsettling feeling began to gather in his stomach. Regardless, he stamped his worries down, and stepped foot into the house.“Denia?” he called again, a nickname he had always used for her.
The entire home showed not a trace of his best friend. His anxiety began to surface once more, his breath quickening. Just the thought of something bad having happened to her… tears began to well up in his eyes.
Perhaps in the garden I’ll find her, he thought to himself. In the alcove, like always.He rushed to the alcove. As he got closer, he felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest. He just couldn't shake the uneasiness he felt.
Then he finally sees her. Her blonde curls were shining in the moonlight. But as soon as he approached her, his heart dropped. Gardenia was covered in blood, coughing. The sight made him go pale. He knew something seemed off. When he was standing in front of her, he saw everything.
She was coughing up flower petals. She tried to hide her face, as she was crying tears of blood, but Aster grabbed her hand.
“Leave me alone!” she angrily shouted. Her voice was shaking as if she was grasping to the last bit of life she had left.
Aster was really confused, he couldn't do anything but stare at his lifelong friend, dying in front of him. He had so many questions but he just froze.
Gardenia started shouting at him, confessing her love and blaming him for her illness. Hanahaki, an illness caused by unrequited love, where the affected one starts growing flowers inside their chest and coughs them until the other person feels the same. It can lead to the sufferer to death.
"How can you be so blind?" Gardenia shouted, as she was explaining how she loved him for all her life, just for him to betray her for a girl he just met. He felt so sorry, but he just didn't know. All he could say was, "I'm sorry," over and over. But she didn't wanna hear anything anymore, she just wanted to end her suffering. He promised to find a doctor and to do everything he could. But all she wanted was his love. Why couldn't he give her something so simple? They spent most of their life together. He should know.
As Aster was trying to convince her not to do something stupid, she grabbed a knife she had prepared and stabbed herself in the chest. Aster started crying and shouting for help, but nobody came. He just cried, and he held her body as it got colder.
She looked so beautiful under the moonlight.
Aster cursed himself. "Why couldn't I just love her?"
Something started growing from the place where his tears fell. It was a little tree. He decided to cherish it forever and give it all the love he couldn't give to his friend. He embraced Gardenia one last time and kissed her goodbye on the cheek, and then disappeared in the night.
CB storms through the front door, tosses her bag and coat on the floor, and launches into her crazy day to TK (her Personal Assistant/Lover/Stylist/Chef/Manager), not even realizing it’s Xalentine’s Day, “Uggghhhh…..that event at Boob Palace today was a complete disaster!” The dirtbag TK greets her with a joint and stares at her tits while he pretends to be interested in her story, “Oh noooo…..what happened?”
“It was SUPPOSED to be the Annual Bimbos of Influence Luncheon hosted by Miss Bimbo, but the event was shut down by a bunch of hucow activists protesting the event caterer!” And she takes a hit off the joint and squeaks out, “I dunno, Bimburgers or something?”
TK scoops up CB and carries her to the bathroom where she can hear he’s drawing a bath, and he says “Haha, hucows. Were they hot? Maybe they could join your big tit bimbo club.” And she rolls her eyes and corrects him, “The Ximboland Association for Big Tittied Bimbos is NOT a club!! We’re a nonpartisan membership service organiz-…….wait…...what did you do in here?” CB looks around the bathroom and notices the candles and rose petals everywhere. She takes another hit off the joint and studies his face trying to detect sincerity,"hmmm....not bad for a dirtbag...." And yada yada they fuck each other’s brains out.
Later on in the bathtub, TK is like, “Hey did you see on the news how Miss Bimbo has hella bunions on her feet just like you do?” CB replies, “Ok, you can leave now."
What is Ximboland ?
The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland is the worlds first democratic social media platform.
What is its mission?
Ximbolands mission is to serve the world by offering a truly democratic alternative to the established, familiar and autocratic social media platforms.
The establishment of The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland is a response to the widespread demand for a democratic alternative to autocratic social media governance. The world’s major social media platforms claim to be based on good will and fair governance however most seek to impose their world-view on all of their users.
Ximboland recognizes that democracy is the antidote to this problem.
What is the national flag of Ximboland?
When was The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland founded?
2007
What is the capital city of The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland?
Bimbo City
How many states make up The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland?
There are 6 states that make up The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland. They are Atheistia, Freethinkerland, Reasonopia, Agnostica, Secville, and Antitheocra. Bimbo City is the neutral administrative capital and is its own city zone. Booby Island is the home of the President of the Fashionable republic of Ximboland - Sindy Laarson I aka Miss Bimbo
What is a Ximbo xitizen?
A ‘Ximbo xitizen’ is a citizen of The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland. All citizens must be at least 18 years old.
What is a Ximbo?
Some people define a Ximbo as a superhuman - blessed with extraordinary good looks, intelligence and fashion sense.
Some people claim a Ximbo is a genderless or nonbinary superhuman.
Either way - all Ximbos possess the X factor.
How can I become a Ximbo xitizen?
In order to become a xitizen of Ximboland you must first pass the Ximboland xitizens test. It is free to become a Ximbo xitizen.
What is a Ximbo senator?
A Ximbo senator is a senior member of The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland. Only xenators are eligible to put themselves forward for election to senior government roles. Ximbos also get 10 x votes in all elections so they really do shape Ximbolands future.
What is a Ximbo minister?
A Ximbo minister is an elected or appointed official in the Ximboland government. These Ximbos are our leaders.
Who is the Prime Ximbo?
The Prime Ximbo is the democratically elected head of The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland.
Where does the Prime Ximbo live?
The Prime Ximbo lives in the Pink House for the 3 month term they are in office.
I want to become a minister or Prime Ximbo. How do I do that?
Any Ximbo citizen can become Prime Ximbo using the democratic process. Its a 2 stage process from Senator>Prime Ximbo. All Ximbo xitizens can vote in general elections but in order to put themselves forward to become Prime Ximbo/a minister they must first become a Ximbo senator.
Can I become Prime Ximbo more than once?
Yes a Ximbo can hold the position of Prime Ximbo for 6 terms max.
How often do elections take place?
The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland holds elections every 3 months for Prime Ximbo and every 3 months for State Ministers.
Where do important discussions take place?
The Town Square.
What is the treasury/ministers/Prime Ximbos salary?
The treasury/salary is the bank account of The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland. This figure is transferred to the paypal account of the Prime Ximbo at the end of their 3 month term in charge.
How is the treasury calculated?
The treasury is funded by the Ximbo xenators.
A percentage (33%) of the money paid by Ximbo xenators via Paypal is transferred into the Ximbo treasury. The rest is used for further Ximboland development.
What are the national colours of Ximboland?
Pink and purple
How old must I be in order to become a Ximboland
xitizen?
Anyone over the age of 18 can become a Ximbo xitizen.
When are the national holidays of Ximbo
land?
Jan 1st New years day
Feb 12th Darwin day
Feb 14th Lovers day
March 8th Womens day
March 21st Spring solstice
April 13th The Hitchslap Day (Christopher Hitchens birthday)
May 3rd National day of reason
June 21st World Humanist Day
Aug 2nd The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland national day
Sep 21st Peace one day
Dec 25th Newtons birthday
What are the currencies of Ximboland?
The Ximbo Dollar (B$). Currently it is pegged in value to the US$ and the Ximbo Diamond.
Who is the President of Ximboland?
Sindy Laaron I aka Miss Bimbo is the President of Ximboland. She founded the great bimbo nation in 2007 after escaping the tyranny, poor fashion jealousy of the old world. You can read more about her here
and here
Where is MissBimbo.com?
The Fashionable Republic of Ximboland was created by Miss Bimbo herself and is its successor.