@sazmags  just for you, hope you enjoy

She was as every bit intimidating as he was, and she walked the with knowledge of such. His employees scrambled to their battle stations as her heels clicked on the marble and they quivered with every tap.

Her smirk was as wide as it possibly could be, her nose wrinkled under such lengths. She was not a woman to be ignored, and demanded attention for those she sought out.

Her gorgeous blond hair whipped side to side as her rump swayed increasingly pronounced as she approached his office. She wanted him to escort her to the Oscars, and demanded that he did so.

Since the revelation to the world about creatures there had been mixed reactions, and Miss Piggy had been utterly enthralled by the magazine cover of the rich, very rich stern Copper Prince. She had been devout to her Kermie, but now all she wanted to do was drape off his arm after a night of galivanting around Hollywood.

He groaned running a hand through his hair in frustration. He could smell the uncooked bacon approaching, and new his ears would bleed any moment. He knew better then to anger the devilish Muppet but paid no mind to be as cruel to her as he was to his own family. he had been warned, many times by the families ‘media assistant’ that he was to not, under any circumstances anger the most influential Pig in Hollywood.

He had ignored her emails, texts and letters and now she was, outside his door and he could no longer refuse her. This had truly been the most perplexing times in his life, and he had seen out most Empires.

He would, most definitely murder Matthew now no matter little Cara’s Objections.

“Ooohh Mr Montclair” she fluttered her lashes “you have been ignoring me, you naughty vampire” she giggled

He sighed deeply, his eyes fluttering close as if to block out the sight before him “Hello, Miss Piggy” he grumbled “I was not aware you had been in Newyork”

“Oh, that’s because you’ve been ignoring me” she strut over to his desk, hopping up onto the chair opposite him, crossing her little legs over so her dress fell short giving a view of her thighs “what is a woman to do, with no date to the Oscars” she twirled the lengths of her hair between her fingers and waited for his response.

“I do hear Pepe is free for the evening” he smiled wishfully hoping this would lead where it would surely go

She laughed deviously “Pepe has the right hair colour, but none of the right charm” she jumped out of her seat and snapped her fingers “SARAH” She squealed in her high pitch voice, making the entire building wince “COME HERE IMMEDIETLY”

Niceties were over, she had become boresome of flirting to his will. She will have her Copper Prince.

Sarah, her long suffering human assistant followed into the room “Yes, Miss Piggy” her voice was low and timid, and it was a welcomed break from her employers decibels

“Give Mr. Montclair the details of Saturdays events, and ensure he buys a new tuxedo to match my dress”

Her assistant gulped; she was being death stared by both of the two most intimidating employers she had ever met and she may have felt a trickle of wee fall.

She nodded and held the door open for her employee to walk through. Miss Piggy made a definite sway as she left, and did not once look back over at the man whom had turned 17 shades of pale.

There she had it, what she wanted.

 The lights clicked, paparazzi screamed and celebrities fawned to their side. When her pink stretch limo approached, he almost thought of speeding off but he could not for the life of him disappoint the media manager. She was far too lovely for him to upset.

He had, as instructed put on a new tux that perfectly matched her dress. She scolded him relentless for not looking happy in his photos, and even bashed him with her purse when he tried to walk straight off of the red carpet.

The bar was a Godsend, where even George Clooney had given him a knowing look and a sympathy pat on the back. Apparently, according to Zac Effron she had tapped up almost every man in Hollywood during her long career and some of them even had wives.

He clapped feigning adoration when people collected their awards, and even pecked Miss Piggy on the cheek as she stood to get hers. He may not enjoy this encounter, but he was still a 2000 year old gentlemen. 

She almost fainted when he did, and he did not miss the purposeful shimmy of her front over his arm. He felt sick, and could not wait to leave. She felt excited, and couldn’t wait to leave.

She had been adamant it was gentlemanly for him to escort her inside her home, and pour her wine. She reminded him, that in social circles she held all the power and secrets and could crash his empire with a flick of her wrist.

She twirled the wine flute in her hand letting the velvet liquid splash up the side of the glass, they stood in her kitchen silently watching eachother “So Mr Montclair, what a delightful evening it has been” she smiled, trying to be seductive

He bit back the bile rising in his throat “Quiet so. Perhaps you should retire, it is late” he was wishful, though he had not realised the seed this would plant

“well” she placed her flute on the table top “how forward of you” she bring her hands to her dress, and ripped away at the velcroid fabric “OH Mr. Montclair I’ve been waiting for this all evening”

His face, genuinely paled. He had not meant that. his breathe caught in his throat at the sight, and not in a good way and his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets “Oh God” his voice was hoarse as he felt the blood rush from his body.

There was a loud thump as his body connected to the floor, his wine spilled out all over and it looked like a murder scene. Baldwin Montclair had fainted.

Who would have thought, all it would take to break the Head of the De Clairmont’s was a Pig.

Anybody else?

Just me??

Baldwin de Clermont, you are such an asshole but I’d totes let you ruin my life!!

Stern Vamp Daddy Returns!!!

But no one, ever, talks about Jasenovac: it was one of the biggest concentration camps in Europe, that was so vile and horrible that it made even the Nazi officials cringe in disgust.

The victims were primarily Serbs, Jews and Romani. The exact victim number was never known, because there was a serious lack of documentation (accredited to both the officials in the camp not keeping it regularly and the government of after-war Yugoslavia trying to hush it up), and historians argue on the numbers constantly; but even the lowest number that comes up, 100.000, makes it already one of the biggest concentration/extermination camps in Europe. The other number that historians claim is the victim number is 700.000.

When he noticed it looked like he was fondeling himself he double takes, shakes his head and changed position 😂

He’s so cute and funny.