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15 days ago
Current With a heavy heart, I set sail.
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17 days 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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26 days 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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27 days 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?”


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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




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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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@ERode Accepted! I'll add them to the list.
@Psyker Landshark Oh perfect, sounds good!
@Psyker Landshark have you had the chance to look through the collab sheet? :>

I've written for Squirtle and Snow; a little bird told me there was the possibility of plundering, so I went in that direction. ^^

I've also written for Andre, and a little for Athius. I would like to have at least one more response, from either Otter or Irradiant, before closing the Athius scene and having everyone return home. So it means one scene will be ready for a time-skip. :>

I will likely be puppeting Donut. @Click This, would you be interested in completing the rest of the Grand Bank scene via collab?

Edit: oh yeah, I'll work on NPC sheets for the angelite and the changeling soon!



The Smiling Monkey, Odonfield, Two Days Ago


@Andre Valias




Ryllae gave a gracious nod of her head, ”Actually, my Lord, I did have one proposal.”

Her head tilted, ash-white hair wisping in front of her eyes. ”It will take me time to prepare the Seeds. I also prefer… discretion. Shall we meet again in two days time at my abode within the city here? I'll give the Seeds to you then. Then we can wait for that meeting with your emissary.”

Her butterflies wriggled their wings, anticipating Ryllae would be on the move soon. Ryllae, though, gave no tell of this on her porcelain face.

She procured a piece of lamb skin from her pocket, unfurling it on the table. It was a rough diagram of the city, and an ‘X’ that marked where her home was.

Her crystal eyes gazed up at Anton. ”You'll find it with ease. And if you arrive at a good hour, we will serve lunch.”

With that said, she stood. Gervese shifted a bit at the movement, leaning away from the wall. Ryllae moved to the door, before glancing back at Anton.

”Until next time, my Lord.”




Ryllae's Abode, Present Day





Another clear day in Odenfield, where the sun kissed the poppy fields. Gervese stood outside a small cottage-like house, arms crossed as he watched the foot traffic flitter to and fro in front of the cottage.

The sun directly overhead. The time, if Anton was punctual, was now.

There was a soft click of a door opening. Gervese turned to see Ryllae dressed in a simple cotton gown, wiping wet hands on the apron wrapped around her. She must have been in the middle of cooking.

”Any sign, Gervese?”

Gervese simply stared, then shook his head. A long pause, before his low baritone voice rumbled. ”What if they don't show?”

Ryllae gave a knowing, small smile. ”Agravaines are always punctual.”






South edge of South Pearl Harbour -> Castle Gardens, Present Day


@AWildSquirtle, @HereComesTheSnow




Indeed, the city was burning. Indeed, help was needed from any source, even if that source was foreign. However, with the city in its emergency state, it caused those with darker intentions to let flourish and let loose. The temptations were certainly there. Castle Gardens stood near empty, with aristocrat residents evacuated to other parts of the city.

The perfect opportunity for anyone who admired the fable of Robin Hood.

The Ambassador and Brother would notice little resistance, and even less regard as their ship docked at the far end of the harbour, furthest away from the fire. Indeed, everyone seemed preoccupied with either stopping the fire, getting away from the fire, or plundering around the fire.

The wide plaza with its executioner's platform was left relatively untouched, the stone a buffer from the fire. There was a small channel at the end of the plaza that allowed access to the untouched areas of Castle Gardens. With neighboring guards preoccupied with evacuating the injured to Elysia Quarters, very little eyes were on the Castle Gardens. The only things of real note were a Phoenix-like bird arcing through the sky, and the rumble and roar of guard and their commands fliting between South Pearl and Elysia Quarters.

So, if the Ambassador and the Brother were to, say, fall prey to their temptations, they would find one estate stand out to them, the first they'd see once entering the Castle Gardens.

The gate to the estate was slightly ajar - unlocked. A simple push would allow them entry into the lavish courtyard, apple trees and a pond ringed by a crescent-shaped mansion.

And, at the foot of the apple trees, knee-deep in the pond water, were two children. Hardly human. One appeared to be an angelite, while the other, if one had to guess, appeared to be a changeling. In their hands, they were playing a fierce game of tug-of-war over a sparkling gold necklace.

”No, you can't take it!” The angelite bit out fiercely. ”It's all Lady Furino has to remember her mother!”

The young changeling's face was contorted in effort, his grip tight. ”It will go to a good cause! It will be her last service to the Rebellion!”

The angelite's eyes bugged out. ”Blasphemous! You dare speak of treason on the day the Wizard Queen's city burns?! Why I oughtta-”

The angelite raised one hand, preparing a spell of pure light, fully intending to smite the changeling with all her righteous might.






The Battle-Blood Minstrel, Over Athius, Present Day


@Click This




There was only the sound of paddled water and a long string of courses as Raiden watched, his heart sinking. The ships were in pursuit of him and Jikoryss. They even sent out smaller boats that could move even faster. They'd be surrounded in a matter of minutes.

With a strained smile, he looked down and patted Jikoryss’ head. ”Hey, hey, uh, you sure you can't fly?”

Jikoryss lifted one of his wings out of the water for Raiden to inspect. It was littered in scorched holes. Alas, I am sure.

Raiden stared at the holes, before he winced, joking despite his heart sinking. ”Hey, don't worry, you just let me carry you, and I'll fly us outta here, m'kay?”

Jikoryss rumbled a bit in a chuckle. Do you think they'll give us a merciful death?

Raiden watched the boats cut through the water, turning swiftly to cut off their way forward. They were surrounded. Jikoryss stopped swimming, floating there in the water. Raiden stared for a long moment, his face betraying a bit of defeat. Slowly, his hands rose in surrender.

”If we're lucky… Perhaps.” He whispered.
Oh noooo, Raiden would hate that...

Let's do it.
I am blessed with wisdom, and have seen to the far ends of the cookie-verse. //sage-like nod, then inhales the cookies
@Herald Haha, nahhh, I enjoy just as much as everyone else. It's my catharsis, big time, lol. Active players with cookies, though? Sign me up!
Ooh, I forsee a collab between Yankee and Sporko, address the spider in Silverside...
Any luck @WhiteAngel25?
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