#cw-coercion
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @callouslycynical you Remember Being Able To Tell When She Was Returning To Hive, From Across Sea And Wave To Her Great Estate Upon The Stormy Cliffs Above Tumultuous Waves. The Region Was Naturally Inclined Towards Ill Weather, Being In Constant Downpour Far More Often Than Not. But By Strange Quirk Of Fate, It Would Always Clear Into Open Skies On The Nights She Came Back To Port. perhaps Others Would Think That Sounded Nice. Warming To The Pusher, Even. But To You, It Was Akin To Jumping Into Cold Seas, Icy And Unwelcoming. For The Weather Did Not Clear...Read more
################################################################################# Hi! My name is Kou. I hope you're enjoying my bastard so far. I'm having an absurd amount of fun playing him. A quick heads-up about what this account is going to be: This is specifically Orphaner Dualscar, and I'm leaning very heavily into the version of him who was an active, enthusiastic participant in the worst parts of Alternian society. ################################################################################# This account is going to delve into caste supremacy, slavery, imperialism, abuse of power, ...Read more
I do so miss proper hospitality. There VWWas a time VWWhen a guest understood that being inVVited aboard an Orphaner's VVessel VWWas not merely social obligation, but eleVVation in society. One dressed accordingly, arriVVed on time, and did not VWWhat had not been offered to them. One especially did not ask VWWhat came of the preVVious occupant of their particular position. Most importantly, you do not embarrass the host. I recall inVViting a bronze once. A clerk, if memory serVVes. CleVVer little thing. VVVery good VWWith figures. Better VWWith forged manifests. He had been stealing from an ...Read more
CHITTERROR TALES - EPISODE 002 The Continuity Hour, Part II: The Servant Tonight's story concerns a devoted maid and her precise employer. Viewer discretion is advised. Viewer participation is inevitable. --- The studio audience applauds before you enter. You can hear them through the curtain. There are dozens, maybe hundreds, of hands striking together with mechanical enthusiasm. Their rhythm is too perfect to be spontaneous. There are no cheers, no whistles, no individual voices rising above the rest. Only the unending applause. The volume begins at full, then ends abruptly in silence. A...Read more
I think that sad sack woulld have enjoyed one of the dives I ran back in my era. Get him buzzed, perhaps introduce him to a narcotic or two, who cares. He woulldn't even miss the corporate ID cards missing from his wallet. #substance #cw-coercion