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"Ignore the reviews. Bad chemistry." When he said that to literally every new user Call it a hunch Or the fact that every woman around at the time had an unpleasant encounter with him

The Collected Texts of the Unbound by Winona Coyle, Scholar of the Unbound, Keeper of the Ashes It is one thing to attend service, to hear the liturgy, to feel the fellowship of the sisterhood. It is another to hold in one’s hands the fragile leather journal of Prudence Lawton herself. Her original entries were not meant for an audience. They are raw, unpolished, soaked with love and regret. Yet they became the seed of a faith that now stretches farther than the halls that condemned her, farther than the graves that sought to silence her. In this volume, I have arranged the texts in order of their becoming: first, the journal e

Will get a reply in when I can. Middle of work week rn

Sheesh...Now I kinda wish I was around for that, just to see how he deflects...

Yeah, reading that made me wish I'd reported him, but his wording was careful to toe the line of rules but always be questionable enough or clean enough to avoid judgment. every review was like an accusation, and he personally responded to them all saying how it wasn't him, it was the reviewer.

Things were quiet. Alexandrine was used to quiet. The familiar feeling of her life at home the past few years, only briefly broken up over he last few days, but that bit of warmth was in danger. What was more certain was those around her in this place. Who would appear first, the butler, Elie, Exzel, both of them together? It was quiet, but a little restless. She had not felt like this in a long time. Was likely to feel certain feelings, or desires if Exzel appeared. But she still had to apologize to Ellie for getting carried away that night. She could not guess where this was going to go now, other than she was following Exzel’s lea

Oof... Lemme guess, had some terrible reviews? Or did he have a stupid amount of rules?

Well that's disappointing because that was the most telling preference sheet in history. It was more of a list of offenses.

I missed that...Away I gooo He...doesnt have a preference sheet?

Look at his reviews on his preferences

He shoulda have been banned long before he was, but he was careful and managed to stick around way longer than a creeper like him deserved. Chased off some very nice people before he got his.

Aww...I looked him up, got got for harassment. Sometimes wish it went into detail but privacy is privacy....

Honestly it was so long ago I don't really remember details, but I'm sure there are others here who could give you more details than you want. Some people are just creepers.

The Liturgy of the Unbound (As practiced by the Daughters of the Unbound) Opening Invocation Leader: We gather not in halls of stone, Nor beneath the gaze of zealots’ scales. We gather in the firelight, In the shadow of the woman who burned, In the arms of each other. People (together): We are Unbound. The Reading of Ruin (From Prudence Lawton’s original journal entry, read aloud in its plain form.) Reader: “I have chosen her, though I know the choice is ruin. She burns like the sun and I am helpless before her. Every touch is a judgment against me, Every kiss a sin I welcome. Th

Now I NEED to know...Spill it~

...and because I can never just let a thing be a thing without keeping it going until I ruin it, I imagine the words of Prudence Lawton finding an audience in some distant future. Her rejection of the religion of her time becomes the founding of a new religion. Would she approve? I wonder if the idea of others following her words as dogma would be something of which she would disapprove. Either way, I might have gone a bit too deep and/or too far with this, but coming up are some more bits I've jotted down since thinking those thoughts...

loose morals

Bump.

Bump.

Broken morals

broken wings

How did you know?

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The Manifesto of the Unbound I was Prudence Lawton, judge of your laws, servant of your scales, voice of your verdicts. I carried the weight of your scripture, the lash of your zeal, the hollow mercy of your courts. I condemned, and I was condemned. I loved, and for that love I was broken. You buried me beneath your stone, you chained me to your Devil, you carved my name in the dust of your graveyard. And yet I rose. I am shattered and remade. I am the ruin of your false sanctuaries, the fire that devours your lies, the storm that scatters your order to ash. You cannot bury what you cannot bind. You cannot silence what has alre

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