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[sharath21]

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[finalgirlsamwinchester]

supernatural was truly just. a fifteen year long experimental study looking into an audience's ability to empathise with the Narrative Scapegoat. the results? most people are still filled with the medieval urge to throw rotten fruit at the resident Freak in the town square.

[meandhisjohn]

Discussions with a friend.

Quote:

" Freeman is kind of attractive, he has beautiful eyes, but an awful nose " .

WHAT.....😱

I freakin love his nose!

I totally love a strong nose, no matter of men or women.

A characteristically strong nose is attractive.

At least for me,so I celebrate the Freeman nose .🤣

[noirrelite]

*casually drops mawframe cringe and skitters into the sunset*

mesa rouge (wip) and sierra (kinda wip?) mawfreems

[bitchthefuck1]

That one chef saying that the worst thing about a bad boss is how they unlock that behavior in you and seeing Carmy mirror the attitude of the chef that terrorized him and gave him panic attacks and then ending the season with Syd having a panic attack because of the stress of working with Carmy...diabolical.

[novelconcepts]

Drawgust day 21: hey, did you know drawing kissing is hard?

[wigglebox]

He’s a smooth operator. At least, he thinks he is.

Dean + B2 + OWO color palette for @werepires

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[sharath21]

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[idalenn]

Day 2 - Horizon

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Continuation of Day 1's prompt and Alphinaud and Lillian's meeting with Lolorito. Hearing of their experience with the Syndicate, another member offers assistance to the Crystal Braves (A Realm Reborn)

Full text below the cut:

“As a show of good faith, I shall be transparent: My self-aggrandizing rival is settling down for a feast that will surpass all before, and I intend to steal every morsel he has yet to lay his sordid hands on. All will be mine: meat, wine, bread, cheese, salt, and fruit. He has prepared the silverware and I will allow him that, if only to savor his cries upon raising the cloche to find my excrement steaming on that plate, and every plate besides.” The mustachioed Lalafell sunken into the cushions cackles like a fiend, hands clapping as he cheers for fantasies long on the horizon, his mirth mirrored by the cadre of servants circling the terrace.

Laughing loudest are the two Roegadyn rippling in muscle on his left and right, grey skin glistening in the sun, their palm leaf fans children’s toys in gargantuan hands. Clad in nothing but violet loincloths sheerer than summer clouds, every breeze is a test of will; the mind’s need to track movement against the social faux pas of being caught staring.

Below them, sunken into the center of the tiered seating pit, a trio of Au’ra giggle and splash about; one man and two women clad only in airs. Sirens looking to draw in the unwary. One climbs onto a slab of rock baked warm under the sun before turning over to expose her chest for Monetarist and guests, tail bone-yellow as teeth lazily drifting its tip across one velvet thigh, black as the night.

As his eyes begin to drift downward, Lillian jabs Alphinaud’s shin with the toe of her boot and draws a sharp gasp from the boy.

“I averted my gaze that time,” he angrily whispered.

“You’re doing better than me.”

A shadow falls across Lillian’s face, the entertainment above wordlessly calling out to be noticed, all contorting pale limbs and an arched back with feline ears twitching, a strip of silk obscuring nothing as they twist across a causeway of ropes. At a snap of the Lalafell’s fingers, the Miqo’te snatches a soft white pearl from a bowl hanging near. With the rope in hand, she uncurls her body like a snake lowering a curious head, legs outstretched and spread, and places the pearl atop the mound between, balancing it perfectly until level with his mouth for him to slurp the prize up.

He fixes his guests with a wry grin and winks at Lillian as she crosses her legs, red-faced. “Half-boiled hummingbird’s eggs. Care for a taste?” Something glistens on his gentleman’s mustache styled after Lolorito’s own.

A harsh laugh echoes. “I’d reckon the boy fancies more than a single taste of your lavish company, my lord.”

“Pleased am I to know that my establishment appeals to a potential partner. Pray let me know if you desire of me to whet your appetite or wet your lips while we discuss my terms.” He waved the Miqo’te contortionist back into her ropes. “I will be more than delighted to oblige. Ilberd has informed me much and more about you, my dear Warrior of Light. Such a splendid title. Well earned, I’m told. Shame I’d not possessed his crucial eye during your first arrival to Ul’dah all that time ago, else we might have sealed our alliance earlier. Alas, the coin turns.”

Alphinaud straightened his back, keeping his eyes forward along the narrow road free of distracting bodies. “Lord Adeledji…”

“Teledji Adeledji. To the name I was born, and the name you will speak.” He held an open hand aloft. A flurry of activity overtook the servants.

 “… Lord Teledji Adeledji.”

A glass brimming with layers of blue and red liquid topped with citrus slices appeared in the Lalafell’s hand with a blur of movement, bowl wider than his palm. He sipped at the contents, a crude appreciative noise rolling up his throat while he swallowed as the servants looked on. A visible weight lifted from their figures after he smacked his lips. “Continue,” he said.

“Ample allowance we’ve given to review your letter, in part because of your generous offer of supplying the Crystal Braves with weapons, manpower, and funding, but also in part,” he paused, looking to Lillian for a supportive nod, “Not that we doubt your magnanimity, but our experience with Lolorrito has taught us – has taught me – that no member of the Syndicate would willingly choose to operate on a loss.” Reaching into his pocked he pulled forth the letter received by the Crystal Braves, the seal placed by Teledji’s own hand broken. “No demands of us are written.”

“You believe I possess ulterior motive?”

The boy swallowed. “I do. A man of business, and a capable leader, nonetheless, always seeks profit in any form.”

Silence stretched long and thoughtful between them punctuated so often by the flapping of fabric and the splash of water. Teledji sipped at his drink, eyes closed, though none could discern if he were thinking, listening, or waiting out Alphinaud’s sanity. His accusation had been a bold one, and anticipation of the answer multiplied its weight and sodden the mass in a fearful poison. Apprehension had slowed even the servants' movements.

“Did I not tell you, Teledji?” Ilberd’s features twisted into a wolfish smirk. “Lolorito’s mistake was your gain.”

“Indeed, it was. Young Alphinaud can see right through us now.”

Teledji opened one eye to regard the boy. “I have misled you. I can provide the Crystal Braves funding and men, but no weapons. Close your mouth before the flies intrude. Time comes now for a lesson from me – I intend to teach you the art of trade and favors. By the end of our arrangement, you shall have all the weapons you desire in addition to my previous offerings, and I the means to carry out my campaign against Lolorito.”

“If I acquiesce to your new terms.”

“I assure you they’re supremely fair. And Ilberd will be assisting, as will your Warrior of Light.” He drained the rest of his glass, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Tell me – are you familiar with Castrum Occidens?”

[manderleyfire]

don't wanna be offensive and i'm not talking about any post in particular but do you think rpf is okay or there's a line?

hello, mysterious stranger!

i kinda feel you are referring to a certain post tbh but… no pressure, lol. and for your question, man, it really depends. TO ME rpf is still very much a fiction in the sense that we read/write/make edits about massively fictionalized versions of those people we see on screen/wherever. TO ME it comes down to what the creator wants to put over by exploring real human beings in an imaginary context. and honestly, it's not hard to see when an author is just messing around with some porn-y fantasies (an okay deal to me). or when he's trying to be disrespectful and rude (a no-no deal to me). the territory is more complicated with those who really want to say something meaningful but go to extremes and yeah, in that case the line is blurred. for what it's worth, we can’t stop people from creating fictional scenarios of any sort. the best we can do is support creators who value fictional conventions and the real people they're using as an inspiration for their ~art.

[truegoist]

are you bumping that atlas?

no coke makes me violent

[fauvester]

julian's got to go through a whole song and dance to get garak to get his annual flu shot. blowdarts don't work his scales are too thick they just bounce off

[jilatos]

due to lots of reasons i never allowed myself to imagine a world where i could have a body + gender i felt comfortable with but now that i know what i want and could possibly get it ive felt a frustration ive never known in my life before

[yoiku]

The Pallas pic seems to be reeling in new followers, hi and hello! Thankful and happy always when people enjoy what I create, because outside of comms I only create for myself, so my hats off to anyone who also enjoys those things, clearly you are a creature of culture and good taste.