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28 days ago
Current With a heavy heart, I set sail.
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1 mo ago
First time making samosas from scratch; also making fried pakoras, fruit salad, and daal. I can't wait to try it all~
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1 mo ago
Okowa, the sister of sushi! I got my chicken, my fish, my mushrooms - I'm gonna drown it all in soy sauce-
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1 mo ago
Maybe I'll play Cyberpunk 2077 some more. My brother maxed out my character a year and a half ago. Haven't seen him since. Miss him.
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2 mos ago
Mica, my pet snail, passed away today. :(
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”Mr. Dawson, why don't you have a seat?” He said, gesturing to the brown leather chair he had his hand resting on.

The men behind Adel stepped forward. They each placed a firm hand around his upper arms, half-guiding, half-dragging Adel to the seat. If Adel struggled in any way, their plan would have been quickly subduing him with a blow to the cheek - but besides tensing up, the man didn’t fight.

They shoved Adel into the seat, twisting it so it faced the mirror. Vincent still had that smirk on his face as he picked up a bowl of shaving cream and an applicator brush on the counter.

Slowly, methodically, Vincent applied shaving cream to Adel's face while speaking.

”Now, my men tell me that you and your spies have decided to make it your home in White Pine. Not that I care too much about that.”

He set down the bowl, picking out a barber's blade instead. He opened it, the fresh gleam of a clean, sharp blade within.

“What I really care about, though, is who set you up to do this.”

The blade pressed against Adel's neck as Vincent leaned over, staring at the man through the mirror.

”So, what'll it be, Canary? You gonna sing?”


~*~
Nocturnal Memoirs (2024)




"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.

"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.

Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."

"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."

She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."

She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.

"You'll have to duel me for them."


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Iris Ascendis Roleplay (2023) | TikTok Tribute




We have a RPer Appreciation thread?
This is beautiful, I'll bookmark it. (2016)
Another kind comment. (2024)
This is what makes it worth it. (2024)
I'm grateful for the ride. (2024)








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Ciara be shaking those baby cage bars.

Well I think that's all of us this round. @Nanaya gets to lead us in prayer, and for Ciara, she'll be praying mighty hard.
Kill Ciara.


“With your permission, I would like to assist in her capture."


Nooooo. XD Capture or death?! What happened to the sweet friendly innocence of Iris Ascendis I've been enjoying this past near year?!?!?!

Well I will say-

@Sky Blue Man's been away for five years, I think this is a dead thread.
Oh, whoops. XD Lemme fix that.


The House on the Hill


Interactions: Britney (@Shin Ghost Note), Leon/Ken (@AtomicEmperor), Linqian (@FernStone), Jack @Blizz




”... You know what? Do whatever the hell you want with them, I'm done.
Britney


Layla flashed a grateful look to Britney, before it crumpled. She had never seen Britney quite like this. Angry? No, angry wasn't the right word. But it made Layla feel a bit of shame creep into her face, and she had to look away.

Alizée, on the other hand, had been desperately pleading her case, and failed to notice the vines and roots growing below her. A sealing. Before her panicked eyes drifted between Leon and Britney. Leon was the key that made Britney stop. Leon was the one that stopped the sealing before it was complete.

Alizée took a shaky breath, pointedly moving away from the remains of the viney symbol.

“Leon can take the ghost of Christmas past and the girl back to the temple so they can do whatever the fuck they want to do.”
Lila


Alizée's red eyes flickered, staring in a confused manner. Was she the Ghost of Christmas Past? The reference was lost on her, unfortunately.

"Rousing speech, Husk. We'll refer back when someone gives a fuck…”
Leon


Layla's jaw dropped. Automatically. Alizée seemed to watch with a bit of concern, before she leaned down to whisper to Layla.

“He's your friend, right?”

“Uh, yes. Yes he is.”

Alizée nodded, before she spoke again. “I think you have a good friend.”

"Whatever. Do what you want. Don't say I didn't warn you. Both of you."
Clancy


Layla and Alizée stared long at Clancy, before glancing at each other. Layla, for a moment, felt a slight doubt. Was this the right move?

Alizée simply stared back at Layla, the scent of the Void Heart on her calming the pain in her ‘heart’. In her mind, it would only take time to show the apparition, to show them all, how this would turn out. How it would turn out for the better.

"Come, you two. They don't want freaks like us."
Leon


Layla sheepishly watched Edict toss the keys to Leon, before she pulled on Alizée's sleeve. She couldn't bring herself to look at Britney, she was probably furious with her.

“Come on, we should go…”

Alizée and Layla began drifting towards the door, following Leon along.

“Where are we going?”

“To the Temple. To uh, get you sorted out. Well, maybe they'll sort me out. Actually, they'd probably prefer it this way, wouldn't they…?”

“You sound scared.”

“Last time I was with the Butcher was… well, was when I was with him.”

There was a pause, before Alizée's voice sounded a bit raw. “You'll tell me all about it, right?”

“Of course.”

And Layla and Alizée exited the building.

”Training, I can do. Spying… that’ll just get us killed. But making sure we can fuck up 8th when they come back? That’s my fucking strong point.”
Linqian


Luna grinned, leaning on the bar slightly haphazardly with her palm propped against her chin. “Done. We can coordinate in the week and get some sparring matches in.”

Before another voice chimed in. Aislin, who was busy smoking a one-hooter beside Todd, raised her hand up, waving it slightly in a care-free manner.

“I do have some news! They're unveiling some of my new pieces at the St. Portwell Arts Museum in a couple days, and I'm hosting an after-party at my place after. You all are welcome to come see the unveiling, and kick it back at the party.”

Luna snorted a bit under her breath, shaking her head slightly. “Always the carefree one, aren't you? Partying in times like these?”

“Hey, I still have a life to live, ya know. They'll be putting my name in the hall of fame, for sure!”

Her eyes glanced to Jack and Ken, “Still gotta coordinate for the Brass Needle though, right?”
Sounds great! @Days, would you be okay with waiting so Angel can get a post in? Or you can post as well, either works for me.
@Qia That sounds great! Love the new pfp, btw!
@rabidbacon Thanks for the heads up, looking forward to it!



C.G.115 -> E.Y.122, The Endless Store


@Squirrel98




As Amanda descended down the steps, the air changed from warm and humid, to cool and air conditioned. As she opened the door at the bottom of the steps, she walked into a dimly lit store. Packaged food on shelves, as far as the eye could see. There was no end to the aisles, or the overall darkness.

As Amanda took a few steps forward, the door behind her swung shut. It wouldn't open again. At least, not now.

Amanda had a few options. She could walk to the left, where she could see jams and spreads, or walk to the right, where she could see chips and popcorn. Lastly, she could walk straight ahead, past the aisle, where she could see check out counters. Beyond the counters was natural light shining through automatic doors, but they wouldn't open. On the floor surrounding the doors was a pool of dried blood.

Angelica's distinct voice could be heard over the intercom.

“You're not alone here, my dear. I would keep your wits about you, and keep your eyes open…”






C.G.115 -> P.G.116, The Red Button


@Xandrya




Michelle's carefulness brought her to the upper staircases, and a door, which she opened to reveal a yellow-ish room. The musty smell of this room was a deep contrast to the humid pool smell of the room behind her.

She would notice the big red button in the center of this room with its vaulted ceiling. Tantalizing. Alluring. Begging to be pressed.

The cracks and crevices in this button told a different story, though. Regents of dried blood on it, beholden of a time where previous strangers had pressed the button, and suffered the consequences.

Beyond the button, the far wall was curved inward. Written in large black paint was the text ‘Spin Here’.

What exactly would happen when and if she hit that foreboding button, though, was any guess.

Zuzu the Ponycorn and the eggbutts sat, appearing lifeless at the foot of the button. Zuzu appeared almost sad, ”Won't you hold me, fragile human?” The eggbutts, likewise, appeared mute, save for a stray giggle here and there.

There was a door to her far left, with an exit sign over it. It was an option if she didn't want to take her chances with the button.

Heehee, she is just a child after all. <3 You're fine.
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