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echo-goes-mmm · 1 year ago
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Divine Intervention AU #2
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Warnings: implied past starvation
The masters rode at a walk, and Plaything was grateful for the pace. He could keep up well enough, but as the morning turned to afternoon his feet became sore. He had no shoes, not even footwraps, and the stone streets were not forgiving. 
They moved gradually out of the city, into the fields. The masters chatted with each other, and Plaything could pick out a few words he recognized. Maybe their home was close by? Plaything had seen maps before, but couldn’t read the words. He only knew the sea was to the east, and that his old master lived far from it.
They were headed west, judging by the sun. 
They were taking him out of the country.
By sundown, they were well past the fields and had entered the woods. The masters turned off to the side of the road, to a well worn campsite. They tied their horses to a weathered post and they began to graze. Plaything sat down heavily and examined his feet. They were raw, small cuts littering the tops, and they felt so so sore.
The weather was cooling now, and one of his masters started a fire in the crumbling stone circle. The other began to unload the horses. He grabbed what must be their bedrolls and three sizable satchels. He sat them near the fire, and came back over, towards Plaything. 
He looked him up and down. The master tutted at the state of his feet, and reached down to untie him.
He led him closer towards the fire, the warmth finally reaching Plaything’s skin. 
“Sit.”
He sat.
The master called to the other, and they spoke for a minute. One of them pulled some cloth and a knife from his bag. Plaything was handed one of the satchels and a flask. 
“Eat.”
Plaything peered into the bag. It held several apples, a smaller bag of jerky, and a whole small loaf of bread. The flask had water.
“You will carry these until we reach home.”
Plaything was no stranger to stretching out food.
“Yes, master.”
The man's lips stretched into a thin line. What did he do wrong? 
“No,” he said. “We bought you for someone else. Do not call us ‘Master’ again.”
Cryptic and weird and bad.
“Yes, sir.”
Plaything began to eat an apple. He watched as the men continued to set up for the night. 
One of the handed Plaything some strips of fabric and a blanket.
“Wrap your feet.” Thank the gods. 
The men cooked and ate their dinner, which looked much more interesting than Plaything’s. They tied his ankles together and one wrist to a nearby post, with enough length to lie down and stay warm.
The men fell asleep quickly, but Plaything’s mind kept him awake.
Who did they buy him for?
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fl3a-bag · 20 days ago
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It’s their greatest invention as of yet
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jordanbolton · 11 months ago
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To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton
Pre-order my new book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky
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everoutoftouch · 8 months ago
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If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.
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aquilaofarkham · 8 months ago
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every autistic person watching this episode of dungeon meshi:
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swedenis-h · 20 days ago
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Wife lovers till they die
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hansoeii · 28 days ago
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only you.
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so-many-ocs · 1 year ago
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[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories
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prompt-heaven · 10 months ago
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a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town
academy
adventurer's guild
alchemist
apiary
apothecary
aquarium
armory
art gallery
bakery
bank
barber
barracks
bathhouse
blacksmith
boathouse
book store
bookbinder
botanical garden
brothel
butcher
carpenter
cartographer
casino
castle
cobbler
coffee shop
council chamber
court house
crypt for the noble family
dentist
distillery
docks
dovecot
dyer
embassy
farmer's market
fighting pit
fishmonger
fortune teller
gallows
gatehouse
general store
graveyard
greenhouses
guard post
guildhall
gymnasium
haberdashery
haunted house
hedge maze
herbalist
hospice
hospital
house for sale
inn
jail
jeweller
kindergarten
leatherworker
library
locksmith
mail courier
manor house
market
mayor's house
monastery
morgue
museum
music shop
observatory
orchard
orphanage
outhouse
paper maker
pawnshop
pet shop
potion shop
potter
printmaker
quest board
residence
restricted zone
sawmill
school
scribe
sewer entrance
sheriff's office
shrine
silversmith
spa
speakeasy
spice merchant
sports stadium
stables
street market
tailor
tannery
tavern
tax collector
tea house
temple
textile shop
theatre
thieves guild
thrift store
tinker's workshop
town crier post
town square
townhall
toy store
trinket shop
warehouse
watchtower
water mill
weaver
well
windmill
wishing well
wizard tower
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frownyalfred · 8 months ago
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Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:
Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.
You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.
When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.
A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)
Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)
The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.
Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.
Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.
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kuuwo · 1 month ago
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"You were never broken Viktor, there is beauty in imperfections. They made you who you are."😔😔😔
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atissi · 1 month ago
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locked the fuck back in
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pencildragons · 6 months ago
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bro i LOVE indigenous fusion music i love it when indigenous people take traditional practices and language and apply them in new cool ways i love the slow decay and decolonisation of the modern music industry
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jordanbolton · 1 month ago
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“The Driver” by Jordan Bolton
My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is out now! Order it here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky
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arcanejude · 1 month ago
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ARCANE 1.03 || 2.06
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