Rings of Honor

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Where to start? Wasn’t that a question. The problem was, she had no answer. A tree. A tree somewhere that existed only on the edges of her disjointed dreams, and yet she was filled with more hope than she had been for months. She was a conduit, and in tune with the earth, so it made sense she’d star...

The fall had been a strange time for the dark-skinned conduit. First her house was swallowed up by some volcanic magma God that the Turk had pissed off, something she never had gotten to the bottom of. All over the city craters had opened and spewed out demons, how she’d gotten one of the lucky spo...

The landscaper fell through the portal at the Inn, a berry falling out behind her that she left with the kitten.

The hardest part seems to be thinking of a song. I found a list- feel free to add to it! Shake It Off – Taylor Swift Stronger – Kelly Clarkson I Will Survive – Gloria Gaynor It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls Single Ladies – Beyoncé Like a Virgin – Madonna Wrecking Ball – Miley Cyrus Emotions – Ma...

I tend to avoid these, because it's never going to happen that everyone agrees, but I felt the need to pipe up here. Big part of the reason I gave up on DM was because of the rules. We are, for the most part, adults, and should be able to control ourselves just like we would offline. If you wouldn't...

February 9, 2020 It was a day. Beat, Beat , beat …. She knew it was coming. Knew it was a good thing to know. Knew that it meant she’d be able to help him. It had become part of her over the days, his heart rate steady against her wrist. Feeling it race at times. When the last beat faded her breath...

Left with the sadists name, signed on the back.

I'd give you my heart but you'd dissect it. ily

The landscaper arrived late with a tray of fresh blueberry muffins and the fixings for some kick ass bloody mary's- seemed fitting for the current setting. Like the Turk, she did not arrive in PJs, instead she wore a boho style dress that was built for comfort rather than dress up. She was, of cours...

Once again the landscaper bypassed tradition and didn't wear a gown. https://i.imgur.com/kPtX14K.png https://i.imgur.com/RWQ8InM.png https://i.imgur.com/2MdwYDz.png https://i.imgur.com/sbkMuMC.png https://i.imgur.com/j7zyA2Q.png https://i.imgur.com/EFm8QXn.png

Everyone knew she had an ex-husband (that never existed) so why not? Bride of Chucky had nothing on her. The handkerchief white lace dress made for a perfect ripped up wedding dress, covered in blood, with the head of Chucky sewn onto the front, slicing his way out of the landscapers stomach with a ...

Busy time of year for the landscaper Baron, but she finally found the cork board message and scribbled her reply on it.

Dockside holds loyal for the Overbaker.

Accepted. I'll spar with a sword of recycled somethings.

~YO

Dockside supports this decision. And wants more mimosas.

~YO~

And I was so looking forward to the mud slinging.

Brunch sounds good. Someone can always sling eggs.

Baroness of Dockside

(Agree on the chat, less back and forth)