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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?

Hot wings

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

hot lips

TonyB?!

Act Five I chose The Tower. A card of sudden trouble, the Tower means that change is coming and it’s impossible to avoid, no matter how unpleasant it may be. It also symbolizes the truth coming out, as well as reaching the point of no return. It symbolizes: chaos, disaster, transformation, and unexpected change. I chose it because it seems like her life is no longer her own. The change, although brought on by the consequences of her own actions, is now an inescapable path, the truth pushing her to vengeance, her decision a point of no return. She will pursue vengeance regardless of where it leads her. The fire

Act Four Reflections It seems like my characters' path finally becomes her own. Vengeance is a great motivation. I feel like this could be the origin story for a "Lady Vengeance" style weird west comic book character. A woman perhaps undead...? Hard to tell if she died, if the Devil gave her life back, or if she escaped somehow. I like the ambiguity of it. She dislikes organized religion, protects women from the judgment of men and god, and seems like she's really badass now. I wouldn't want to cross her. The memory I wanted to bury came back to me whole: the hall, the crowd, the scales heavy in my hand. And her, wrists bound

Third Wand: 7 of Wands Prompt: You destroy one of your belongings. What do you destroy? Why? Major Arcana for interpretation: The World I stand in the center of the room, surrounded by the remains of myself... the pair of cups on the table, the silk garments folded in drawers, the bed where I once burned with her, the journal where my own hand confessed the choice that ruined me. Every corner of this place holds a piece of Prudence Lawton, Judge, Lover, Betrayer, and I cannot bear it. I gather what will burn quickly: the curtains, the bedding, the pages of the journal. I strike flint, and the flame takes eagerly, racing u

My worst experience here wasn't even with a partner, it was in an ecchitext where they were trying to setup a roleplay. This person clearly could not distinguish between me and my character and gave me serious icky vibes. I hate when someone gets creepy like that.