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1 yr ago
Current With a heavy heart, I set sail.
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1 yr 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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1 yr 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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1 yr 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 yr 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?”


~*~
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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Ciara Ventura

Wingram, Iris Record
@Nanaya, @Psyker Landshark







“Upon Iraleth Kyrios' victory, Ciara Ventura will detail the full truth of any connections she may have to Umbralism…”
The Head Advisor


Ciara was one of the first to walk past the guards, wearing a black, loose-cut outfit, and carrying a wide bag and a sword. It felt official. The ominous Iris Record, her within it, escorted by none other than the principal.

This was finally happening.

Ciara gave a cool stare, before she took a seat in her waiting room, setting the bag beside her, unbuttoning the flap. Her preparations were finally ready to be revealed. Three glass balls, filled with smoke and spice, were clipped onto the front of her belt. Three twigs were tucked into the back of her belt. Her dagger was sheathed on her thigh. Otis' blade was set beside her.

And lastly, she pulled a small satchel out of the bag. Within the satchel, she pulled out a fistful of dry grass. With a hungry gaze, she stared at the grass, before she opened her mouth, and breathed in. In time with the breath, the grass fizzled and crumbled into ash, slipping through her fingers as she devoured its essence. A finger touched her lips, closed eyes, and a small, satisfied sigh. Before, those eyes opened, revealing haunting red surrounded by black sclera.

Today, she would drown the light in darkness. Everything was on the line, and she was prepared, ready, to forgo the notion that they were ever friends in the first place.

It wasn't personal, it was just survival. And she was damn good at surviving, at grasping at threads to propel herself forward.

Often, she had to run from conflict. But when she no longer had that option, she could handle her own. Yes, running from the orphanages as a young child. But now? In her teens, she was the fighter. She was the contender.

She was the lion to be reckoned with.

They wanted a show, and she wanted to survive. So a show there would be.

They wanted to know of her connection to Umbralism, and she wanted to cut everything that dared associate her with the thought.

Yes, she knew, if she lost, she would be dissected like an animal. Or worse. Valen said her fate could be truly the worst. So it was a trial of the secrets. And though she, truly, didn't believe she was associated with Umbralism, her traits, her magic, what was within her, all spoke otherwise.

Today, she would be keeping her secrets.

Today, she would win.

To the poll, she, of course, chose the woods.
@Izurich Oh, even better!
The Domain of House Rhinecliff







@Click This Sorry to hear it, definitely take rest and I hope you recover quickly.

@ERode Wonderful! I'll add them today. And speaking of the Church, I have plans for them to meet after this voyage to Athius concludes...

@The Otter The poor man, lol. xD

@Izurich Great! She looks good, I'll add her to the Tearmoon Coven today.

@LunarParadox The post looks great! I'll have the King teleport you back to Hathforth so everything lines up chronologically.
@Ocelot79 Excellent, thanks for the photos and IC post!

I will update the rooms today or tomorrow. :)
@Days Good to hear that you're getting better. You can always try a mix of honey and hot water to help ease your throat. :)
I'm legit so excited.
I knew that picture was too suggestive! xD I just needed a rougish rouge!
The Sparrows of Tarin







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