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catalystconduit replied to your post “If your sweet and flammable mind is in that country bar, swaying under...”
Every heartland literal lumberjack or construction worker or factory floor person I know hates Trump, and I live in a pretty conservative super rural small town. The people who like Trump in this area? Upper and middle class white folk with good paying white collar jobs. This liberal class division crap is why dems keep losing ground. Can't alienate more than half the country and expect progress, anon.
NOT to keep harping on this but i did realize last night that the archetype for this entire fantasy was probably the huge, quiet construction worker i worked with on the Barack Obama campaign in Akron Ohio in 2008, so
catalystconduit replied to your photo “Super quick before work doodle.”
I'm the discount bargain bin American throw away
Bargain bin my ass. Well, okay my ass is the bargain bin but you are at least top shelf quality shit.
Bridhe and Jiyun.
catalystconduit replied to your post “The water was tepid now, the sounds of quietly sloshing water echoing...”
love these nerds
Neeeerds. Big butthead nerds.
Lane and Xero ( @catalystconduit )
A string of pearls slowly lowers from the floo, dangling and dully glinting in the dim light. A lure, swaying gently back and forth, occasionally revealing the painted fingernails and pale fingers holding them in view. You stare at them, distrusting the offering but tempted sorely by the mystery behind it. The temptation is too much, the swaying jewels accompanied by the softest of siren songs drawing you in before you are snagged by the collar and dragged up into the soot and darkness.
"Consider," is all you hear, whispered softly against your ear before the smell of blood hits your nose and death embraces you in its velvet cloak.
catalystconduit replied to your post:Looking up actual references for Fallen London...
Well there’s still obviously people from above coming and going, so I’d think if anything there’d be a much wider range. So you’d see some of whatever is going on above, probably among the rich, but you’d also have a big gap of shit that’s outdated.
Yeah, that would make sense. Maybe just smoosh a couple decades together or something?
Hahah I just suddenly imagined dresses or clothing for spies with subtle embroidered symbols and hints that can be easily removed and re-stitched with something else.