a misunderstanding on my end; But extra 🌻's for Sue!

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Prompt: Send a 🌻 and I'll tell you w/e the fuck I want.

Susan has made connections in recent years through Rickie Devron (overall philanthropist who has invested her time and energy back into sailing)-- With Rickie's companionship Susan has made agreements and reached a motherly understanding with Emily Oswan ( @emily-r-oswan ), a dashing sailor with a penchant for the seas. With the help of Emily ("The Siren")'s ship and crew, Susan has a consistent source for transport around Azeroth in her grand search for Vivian Gampre.

2. Susan's love hate relationship with herself has sent the woman through a whirlwind of negative coping and controlling habits over herself. She still struggles, but takes steps to try and regain a sense of calm in the storm that is her life. Therapists, a healthier living environment and habits, mediation and combat training.. she has at least gotten control over her rambunctious vivid thoughts, but still has her bad days in the form of irritability and is prone to lashing out.

@damien-ward

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Prompt: Send a 🌻 and I'll tell you w/e the fuck I want

When first Susan left the Sisters in Sin brothel to travel searching for her daughter, she left it in the capable hands of her confidants. In her wake, little did she know, one of her few trusted had begun to spin a complicated web of lies, plotting a coup. This story will begin to unfold the more Susan's departures lead her to answers.

@captzexx

Monica Bellucci

@emily-r-oswan

HAWKEYE (2021) dir. Bert & Bertie

Id like to preface this list with context in that... I've been in a certain headspace lately, preparing for life changes in a way I've been insecure about for yeeears. Finally facing what I've been nervous over and I'm confident for all that is to come!

My list:

Colors by Crossfade

2. Rich Man North of Richmond by Oliver Anthony

3. Blowin Smoke by Kacey Musgraves

4. Loved by You by KIRBY

5. The Painter by Cody Johnson

6. Wild Flowers and Wil d Horses by Lainey Wilson

7. Buckle Bunny by Tanner Adell

8. Raise Hell by Brandi Carlile

9. Standing Room Only by Tim McGraw

10. 1985 by Bowling For Soup

Annnnd tagged:

@thepalewolfhowls @venreenaholt @thalsianiii @safrona-shadowsun @waroftwowolves

tagged by @piratebay, thanks valente!! 😁💖

shuffle your on repeat playlist 10 times and tag 10 people:

Aaj Shanibar - Rupa

Dangerous - Perturbator

Lay All Your Love on Me - ABBA

Peek-a-Boo - Red Velvet

Утонуть - Molchat Doma

Diario de Vida - Princesa Alba

Kerosene - Crystal Castles

End to Start - NCT 127

IDFC (Acoustic) - Blackbear

La Velocidad de la Luz - Los Bunkers

tagging: @plague-of-nice @fujimen @pupuseriazag @lavenderr-daydrreams @alfajorsin @manaosdeuwu aaand @thedevotionaltour 😋

Send me   ‘ 💼 ‘   to hear a rumor about my muse from someone who works for / with them. <Back at you!>

The general hub-bub of the brothel maintained a precious moment of privacy for the beer maids maintaining the service bar, the noise of others allowed them to speak candidly whilst their straying eyes oversaw their section's comings and goings. Working this night, coupled away in a corner of the brothel, was a trio of women. They held some level of civility amongst themselves, maintaining a comfortable silence for the most part as they managed their tasks in perfect sync. Everyone had their duty here, a piece in the efficiency of the jobs ahead of them. "So… The Madam, any gossip to share?"

The unprompted probing would cause their waitress to side eye them in the midst of setting their table appetizers before them, button nose scrunching up in a sneer at the lacking decorum before she could even think about it. To pass off the unprofessional expression she would roll her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug, forcing her face back to a more normal look as she unloads her tray of their additional waters. She sucks her teeth as though in thought, her well manicured nails tapping her hip now as she leans a hand atop her popped out hip, the empty serving tray tucked beneath her armpit while the small womans head tilts back and forth in a mockery of consideration. There was an underlying sly vibe to her tone now as if she were deliberating the worth of sharing trade secrets to the patron: "ooh.., I dont know.." her high pitched voice carried a bell like tone. Were it not for her nasally dispostion and the elongation of verbs and a slight lapse of memory of her t's, she might have been mistaken for an honest to goodness decent young woman. Alas a devilish expression crosses her eyes then, squinting toward the patron before laying out her terms in a flat matter afact tone, "Listen here… I spill, you oughta give me a good tip--…" The clearing of the bartender's throat would catch the waitress's eyes, contrasting shades of blues clashing in a fierce exchange as the mature voice of the brunette calmly warns, "Easy, Rochelle. And no gouging the patrons." The goblin huffs at the drama of it all, the hand on her hip then flipping through her magenta hair. She could always spit in their dessert if they dont pay up for the info. With this internal acceptance, Rochelle would roll her eyes and then shrug her shoulders most innocently, purring out a playful, "I's just kidding." She'd focus back in on the topic while carefully stepping backwards off her stool, giving the stool a good kick with her chunky heel, pushing it back around behind the patron's table but not too far. She'd need it again at some point. The truth of it came forth from her lips, "Her cohorts have been worried, lately, of the Madam's general health. Mi," she bobs her head discreetly toward the other waitress working in the section, a smiley pandaren who was currently absorbed in the polite exchanges expected of a typical waitress and brothel goer, "Thinks Sue's tormented still by the past transgressions with a baby daddy… Jhiy'le," she then motions to the bartender who'd bob her head in a means to acknowledge before said woman would turn to address a curious patron come seeking alco-y-mahol, "Is convinced the Madam is wrestling with the current state of the brothel…" She pauses then, leaning closer while lowering her voice remarking, "You know… She's pushing herself to exhaustion, out on the lake just East of the Brothel. I've seen her, working her every muscle to it's hardest set, like she's anticipating something, something dark by how she always looks so fuckin' worried. With the way of the world as it is though, darkness is the last thing this Brothel needs." With this Rochelle casually remarks how she'll be off to check their dinner, excusing herself effectively before skittering off.

@safrona-shadowsun

Havent drawn any of the girls in recent times, so I wanted to give the Madam a little touch up.

Yall look me dead in the eyes and say this isn't Azerothian couture

Iris van Herpen 'Architectonics' Fall 2023 Haute Couture Collection

Gertrude Des Clayes

Man. I was gonna make a joke about old dogs, new tricks or old habits dying hard-- Now I just wanna see Kat in counseling and happy

Where about is Kat, these days? How has she held up in recent years?

She's still out and about in Stormwind, or 'skulking' as some people would say.

Held up? She doesn't even know what that means. She's strung out, stressed out, pent up, and out of fucks to give. Between rampant alcoholism and azerite addiction...this is fine. Oh and her totally not murdered girlfriend whose soul she totally didn't shove into a dagger, who totally isn't just deteriorating away in there because Kat doesn't know how to undo that. Yeah, it's all fine in here.

Archmagistrix Fiorenze Sunmote presents: The Gloaming Masquerade

When: December 22, 2023, 7pm PST (Wyrmrest)/ 9pm CST (Moon Guard)

Where: Utgarde Keep’s Pavillion, Howling Fjord, Northrend

Who: Everyone! This is a neutral event for anyone and everyone interested. Cross-server and cross-faction friendly!

This is a formal masquerade ball, the level of anonymity you would like to maintain is up to you. Understandably there are limits to this due to how the game works, so please be kind to your fellow Roleplayers and allow them to be as anonymous as they would like as well. E.g., don’t assume someone’s identity unless they offer it to you first!

If you would like to attempt true anonymity:

Leave your pets, mini-pets and minions at home.

Turn your name plates off when you arrive.

Change your TRP name.

Whisper no one, lest your username be revealed.

Use “/e |” emotes to exclude your char name from your emotes.

Questions? Want to perform or cater? Contact me!

Send a direct ask on Tumblr (@fio-renze) or add me on Discord (Saltsparkle).

General revelry for this event will be hosted in the Gloaming Masquerade discord.

KALKI Fashion

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@captzexx

A glimpse into The Madam's childhood

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The wind in the reeds paired with the trickle of a babbling brook was a peaceful pairing. It was harmonious in it's simplicity, made only the more enchanting when the feel of the surroundings came into play... The mix of soft clover and plush blue grass caressed the girl's body as she lay flat in the depths of the forest, shaded by the thick canvases of expanding tall trees from the especially harsh afternoon sun. Despite the growing humidity the constant breeze through the forest floor would manage to keep sweat beads at bay, leaving her at a most comfortable state of rest. Her hands have been tucked behind her head now, a sleepy smile curling her mouth while admiring the beauty of the day in its entirety.

She'd inhale deeply, enjoying the pungent smell of rich soil and fresh flowers -- Summer, she decided, was among her favorite seasons.. if only for precious moments like this where she could get away from her life and indulge in her own slice of paradise.

"Susan!"

Gold peeks from beneath long lashes, her gaze hazed by creeping exhaustion whilst forcing herself to sit up right. Turning to the direction of the holler she'd see one of her mother's guards traversing the woods behind the Brothel, coming straight for her with a most apologetic expression-- And immediately the girl knew.

Paradise would have to wait a little while longer. A somber look came up on her features as she'd be helped to her barefeet by the fellow's hand gripping her bicep, toes curling as if she could root herself then and there, willing herself to be a stubborn weed unable to be pried from its happy little bed.

"Sorry love," his gruff voice spoke, tugging her forward and back to reality, "The Madam has a suitor lined up for you tonight. Wants yah prim and proper beforehand."

She hadnt spoken as she was carried away, simply used her free hand to dust her plain dress clean of leaves and debris, shaking her thick hair loose of any carry ons or else she'd risk her mothers unprovoked wrath-- either for being messy and unkempt, or whatever else Tilda had to be upset with Susan for that moment... Whatever the case, she'd sneak a last look toward her little hide away, admiring the butterflies that had come to fill the beautiful scene in her absence.