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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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26 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




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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Approved, I'll add them to the list!
Ahhhh- The King is rolling in his grave-

Okay sounds good Andre, no rush. :>
@Click This Yep, and the old currency would slowly be filtered out in favour of the new currency.

@HereComesTheSnow Ohhh my gosh. It's suppose to be Ludwig II. T.T; King Luuuudwhiiiig ahhhh-
Good question! It would be centralized and controlled by the Queen. :> And yes, silver and copper coins as well.
@HereComesTheSnow I figured a gold coin is a gold coin, same with silver and copper coins. If the MSR uses different currencies, then it's a dead give away. But everything in Arrowfell mainly uses the gold coin, yessss. :>



Update:

'I have come hither to die' - Jane Grey. Little bit of history there.





Wingram Clinic
@Nanaya


"Apart from Ventura, the rest of Compact 3 is free to go for the night.”
Principal Raja


Ah, figured. Not like she could really move from her bed, anyway. It was probably for the best. What on earth would she say to Iraleth in their room…? What on earth could she say…?

"All of Compact 3 will be required to wear one of these rings until the end of Ventura's judgment. They each bear a curse of nullification…”
Principal Raja


Ciara eyed the rings from her bed. Jewelry?

”You're still high as ever. Those are obviously torture devices.” The Voices spoke lazily within her.

Ciara's brows furrowed. ”Noo, they just stop essence use. Hey, you think they'll shut ya up?”

”Oh shut uuup, little Hunger.” Came the lazy reply.

When the principal turned back to Ciara with venom dripping from her words, enumerating all the ways she could be punished, one of which being death, Ciara couldn't help the darkness and shame that sunk in her chest. Even the euphoria couldn't keep it at bay.

It was over, wasn't it? Her life?

Ciara's lips pressed. The least she could do was do this gracefully. If she was walking to her death, she would simply tell the High Bishop ‘I have come hither to die.’ And that would be that. She didn't want to die, no. She didn't want to suffer. But her entire life had been suffering up to this point.

She would hold her head high, and keep whatever dignity she had left. So as the principal continued to beat her with her words, Ciara simply laid there, her eyes tight, and was silent.

"She speaks the truth, yet also lies. Eternal imprisonment or death are possible, but a better future is not out of grasp. It would be suboptimal to idealize a bloody outcome.”
Doctor Sylv


Ciara recognized her. How could she not. This was the doctor that healed her just recently with the page. And now, this was the doctor that was sending out a lifeline so she wouldn't drown in her despair. Was it fake? Was it idealistic to even entertain the possibility of not suffering or dying over this?

”...Thank you, doctor.” Ciara said softly, doing her best to concentrate. ”I'll fight for my case, and accept whatever the High Bishop decrees.

“Also, I uh- I can't move.”


And she was content with that. That was, at least, until the shadow imp decided to sink into the gargoyle. Ciara's eyes shot wide, and she opened her mouth-

Before shadowy hands in her mind reached out, and controlled her body, making her freeze.

”Let me talk! She's gonna kill the imp!” Ciara said, thrashing about in her mind.

”Silence, fool! Anything you say now will be used against you!” The Voices bit back.

And so Ciara was stuck in that frozen state on her bed, staring in fear and disbelief, at what could be the final moments of the shadow imp.
Looking good! We're almost done the fight collab, so I'm thinking 3-5 days before the next round?
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