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13 days ago
Current With a heavy heart, I set sail.
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15 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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24 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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24 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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1 mo 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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@Pumpkinlord Yaaay, thank you!

Now who is interested in a villain meet-up...? ;> (sends out dms)
Oh good, a hero! My favorite to eat- I mean greet.
You got your work cut out for ya. ;>
@Carlyle Yes that's true. It might be a smoother process to simply open up an actual rp thread, instead of all these ooc threads. Rp threads have an IC, OOC and CHAR tab all wrapped up into one.
Ooh, I'll have something up today. :>
Interested!



Ryllae's Abode, Odenfield


@Andre Valias




'How exactly did you know I was from Ravenfell? I avoided mentioning it in my letter to His Grace.'
Anton


Ryllae nodded gracefully. ”This isn't the entirety of the Order of the Looking Glass. We have people in each hold, and watching the border. You could say we pride ourselves on our… Political knowledge.”

Standing in front of the fairy gate, the air grew suddenly tense.

'Not something I'd keep beneath my house.'
Sylrael


Ryllae gave an easing gesture towards Sylrael. ”It's entirely safe, I assure you.”

She then turned to Gervese. ”Keep watch on the cellar, please.”

Gervese glanced down and nodded, standing a little straighter in his position beside the gate.

Ryllae nodded back, before whispering to one of her butterflies. It fluttered from her hair, taking its perch atop the gate. Satisfied, Ryllae turned to Anton and his companions.

”The Seeds are through this gate. I will go and retrieve them. You are welcome to remain here, My Lord. However, I assure you, it's quite the view.”

With that said, Ryllae gently stooped and stepped into the fairy gate. There was a shimmering flash of light, and she disappeared. Now, if Anton were to follow, he would enter into a field on the other side. The skies overhead were shades of purple, with rolling clouds of lavender that swirled. The fields themselves rolled with a slight wind, illuminating white, even the meadow poppies, even the stalks of grass. The colors of white over purple immediately gave this place an otherworldly charm.

Poking up from the grass and glade were little yellow eyes and little wispy figures. Small shades. Though, they did nothing more than stare.

Ryllae moved at a steady pace to a small thicket, moving past glowing white trees to a small clearing where Feathered Nightmares roosted. The large birds stirred slightly at her approach, but besides that held their peace, staring curiously. She slipped past the birds, edging deeper into the crowd, until she came face to face with a blue-tailed Feathered Nightmare, larger than the rest.

”Valokein. (Welcome.) The bird rumbled, its voice, like air hissing against metal, spoke.

”Zu'u lost bo fah nii. (I have come for it.) Ryllae said in response.

The Feathered Nightmare nodded, before stepping back. in its nest where it had been roosting, there was a lack of eggs. Instead, there was small, wooden chest. Ryllae stared for a moment, before reaching down, picking up the chest. She procured a key from the folds of her cotton dress, opening the chest. Her face lit up with the luminescent colors of the Seeds glimmering within. She seemed to count them for a moment, before she looked up at the bird.

”Nox hi. (Thank you.) She said.

The bird gave a low nod of its head. The Seeds had been acquired.
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