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[tatterdemalixn-blog]

Diva and Design | bellum w/ fatesxng

Neither of them was new to the battlefield, but neither fully belonged there. Cesh belonged at home, sewing together her newest creations/selves/dresses. Her mistress belonged in front of a crowd. Her mistress, who was not her Master but always her master. Seeing her on the battlefield was almost jarring. What a pleasant surprise.

“Oh, there you are, mistress!”

She was so excited. Her left arm flopped uselessly, dribbling blood still as she pranced her way to the larger drow’s side. Her mistress was impossible to confuse with any lesser drow, even here. Her noble highest made it clear who was was. Despite her own noble blood, Cesh was very small for a drow. She was repulsive, wasn’t she? She was so awful, so awful… Awful people like Cesh lived only to serve those like Phyr.

“Oh mistress, your dress! It’s gotten all frayed. Oh, I must repair that. It would be horrible if your clothes did not live up to your beauty.”

She wasn’t even going to comment on the fact there were both here as all. Cesh hadn’t even noticed that it was strange.

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[hanerddraig-blog]

Two for One;

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Staring was something she avoided not because she had trained herself to do so, but because she had so often experienced the lingering gaze of others. Even in a place like this she supposed her height still made her quite literally stand out. But that wasn’t to say her curiosity could not be raised. 

Take this one for example; human sized but obviously something else. Pointed ears, vibrant hair and skin an obsidian she had never seen; she beautiful in her own right. 

And thus the crossbreed approach, careful to advance at a calm pace and not draw to near. 

“I don’t mean to disturb you, only to ask if you have been inside?”

“The museum, that is.” She nodded towards the newly opened established by their side. “The idea of one in such a place is intriguing to say the least.”

[velvetdasher-blog]

A little color never hurt anyone as far as he knows: He plucks a segment of yarn from his basket and lifts it above his head, tossing it ‘round a nearby branch. Once the fabric fits snug around the limb, he removes a pair of crocheting needles from between his teeth and begins to stitch the branch piece to the sweater he’s already sewn to the tree. “I can’t wait to see how this will look...” He grew up with polaroids of this phenomenon, you see; most children were given little artifacts of their past as reminders of how far along humanity has come. He treasured his photographs and always meant to recreate what he’d seen in the aged film, never mind how greasy and dull they were.

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[mementobellum-blog]

People don’t grow their own food anymore. On the one hand, he has a vague understanding of the time constraints of a modern lifestyle. On the other hand, this is absolutely ridiculous and his Master will not subsist on instant noodles and pre-packaged dinners. He won’t allow it.

But, you know, that is a rather bold claim when he’s gone and gotten himself lost in the gardening center section of the home supply store: He’s baffled by all the different kinds of fertilizer, wondering how different one cow’s poop can be from another. (Never mind that this stuff has been synthetically made but the manure joke still stands!)

With an aggravated sigh, he leans forward and rests his forehead against a giant sack of ‘PLANT PLUS’, as if he will absorb all the knowledge he needs to make an educated purchase through osmosis.

“I just want to grow stuff!” his voice echoes against the high ceilings of the warehouse-like structure of the store. Oops.

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[fatestainlens-blog]

Without any prior reserve, here is Phyr'ssyn Freghym, an OC. App can be found under /app. Thank you!

Welcome, Phyr’ssyn!

Your Servant will be Soren!

We hope that you and your Servant can get along!

--Doge mod