runicknight:

Happy Birthday to dinnysura ( 43501 )
I drew a mermasura!

runicknight:

Happy Birthday to dinnysura ( 43501 )

I drew a mermasura!

Massive rant here. TL;DR version: This is a poor game with zero direction and I’m really tired of waiting for it to get good, every step forward is two steps back. 

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From Vanli: [The letter is stained in various places with whatever the author was drinking at the time, causing a few of the letters to smear into illegibility. Luckily, the bulk of its content can still be read even through the shaky handwriting, the product of either someone far too into their drink, or a malfunctioning servitor golem.]

Dinny you long eared Skritt, how are you? I heard you’re still running with those rockbrained Peacemakers, so I am sure you are very busy protecting the more incompetent members from themselves.

When are you going to take a leave and come spend some time in the Shiverpeaks? Going for a walk in the snow after a mug or four of ale is an incredible feeling and I’m sure some of the chefs here could teach you some interesting things. Or do you still whine like a progeny building their first charging amplifier when the temperature drops below sweltering? Well, if you ever decide you need a change of pace, I promise you a nice warm seat next to the fireplace.

Love,
Vanli

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Dearest Vanli,

Extraordinarily busy. Keeping my subordinates from giving in to their temptations to cook their lunches in the thermal fluxing cells intended for other purposes (a woefully bad idea: no, subordinates, shortening cooking time to a fraction of a second at the risk of setting your ears on fire doesn’t increase your time for productivity) whilst ensuring my superiors are happy about my level of boot-licking and appearing to do work is a delicate balancing act.

If I took a leave at any point in the near future I assure you it would be to somewhere actually hospitable and not into the gelid crevice of Jormag’s ballsack. Say what you want about my dissent, but we came from colonies deep underground proximate to magmatic chambers, we were never built to flounce about chin-deep in snow. Your willingness to spit in the face of your own biology and pretend that frostbite isn’t setting in is your own issue, don’t offload it onto me. You are not a norn.

Having said that, I do have some some custom, heavy robes for the unfortunate day I have to venture out there again. It cost a mint but I’m sure I’ll thank myself for it. I’m anticipating some trips to Priory outposts and if I do I’ll try to meet you on the road. For such a smart man, the Steward isn’t altogether understanding of the fact that my job interferes with keeping Dustin on a short leash. Actually, I’ve never managed to do that successfully in the first place, I’m sure he’s given up on me in that respect, but he insists on still being huffy about it, choleric as he is.

I will write you again soon. “Soon” in the loosest sense of the word here, as usual, I don’t know when you’re likely to receive this.

Kind regards,
Dinny

tyriaquest:

Tyriaquest Fashion design set 1
Featured Models: memoirsofratasum, Dinnysura and somethingaboutasura

yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

tyriaquest:

Tyriaquest Fashion design set 1

Featured Models: memoirsofratasum, Dinnysura and somethingaboutasura

yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

heroofshaemoor:

tyriaquest:

Im probably going to regret posting this.

Reblogging for Dinny.

heroofshaemoor:

tyriaquest:

Im probably going to regret posting this.

Reblogging for Dinny.

[Demitorah] Ah! Dinny! Um, do you cook? I've noticed you wearing a chef's hat once upon a time ago! If so! Do you have any amazing recipes to share?

demasura:

dinnysura:

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With reflexes faster than you thought possible, she produces a small bundle of parchment and starts scribbling away at it. It’s a list of ingredients and approximations of their amounts, but the instructions are scant.

"That’s easy, ooze buns with compote. There are three parts to this recipe: the bun, the compote and the outer pastry. All of them will take a bit of preparation."

She pauses a moment, looking up.

"Make the compote or jam first, whatever flavor you’d like. I suggest strawberry, but peach, plum and even omnomberry are possible alternatives. I won’t get into the details of that part, anyone can teach you how to make a jam."

She writes ‘Jam: Figure it out’.

"For the sponge, you’ll need to combine four handfuls of flour, a spoon of yeast, a cup of sugar, a pinch of salt, a spoon of powdered milk, a cup of water and a nice big wad of butter into a nice batter. Add vanilla pods to taste if you want. It should be thick like bread dough, so there’s no need to pour it into a mold, just knead it and throw it in a wood oven for a while."

On inspection, she’s scrawling down an extremely ineffective map to somewhere. The map is labelled “Metrica” and the destination point is “PR&T Esoterics”.

"For the pastry exterior, you’re going to have to obtain some ooze from my good friends at PR&T Esoterics. You will want the blue or translucent variety, red oozes are extremely spicy and green are too tangy. You want it as fresh as possible, buy it on the day you’re making the cake. Go back to your lab and throw a wad of butter, half a cup of sugar, two eggs, a cup of flour and a pinch of baking powder into your ooze and beat the crap out of it. Once the sponges have cooled, either cut them in half and put the jam in or inject the jam inside. Then, coat the exterior of the buns liberally with the ooze pastry preparation. Put it over an open flame and slowly turn it, you’ll see the ooze start to crystallize. You can eat it after that once its cooled."

She tears off the piece of parchment and hands it to Demitorah.

"You got all that?"

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"Ooh~! Thank you Dinny!"

Dem brushes the tip of his thumb along the parchment before folding it up carefully to slip into his side satchel. He gave her a goofy grin as he corrected the level of his lenses upon the bridge of his nose.

"I’ll let you know how these work out!"

He said with enthusiasm before carefully bowing before her politely.

Fetish rating. Anal, Feet, Body hair, Abe Lincoln. (Ok maybe not that last one I got carried away)

Anal

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Body Hair + Feet

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Abe Lincoln

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'Small dom, big sub', body worship, sexual exhaustion and mind control ( All these IC and OOC, but OOC can be contained for you RP preferences only )

Small dom, big sub

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Body Worship

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Sexual Exhaustion

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Mind Control

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Heeeeeey you seem like a cool asura sometime we should hang out

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"Aye, sure. I’d love to, when I’m off duty."

[[I’m fairly certain I’ve seen you roleplaying quite a few times before, although that was a long time ago now. I recognize your name, I actually thought you left for a while so it’s good to see you’re still around. Add me if you want, you seem like a bro.]]

[Demitorah] Ah! Dinny! Um, do you cook? I've noticed you wearing a chef's hat once upon a time ago! If so! Do you have any amazing recipes to share?

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With reflexes faster than you thought possible, she produces a small bundle of parchment and starts scribbling away at it. It’s a list of ingredients and approximations of their amounts, but the instructions are scant.

"That’s easy, ooze buns with compote. There are three parts to this recipe: the bun, the compote and the outer pastry. All of them will take a bit of preparation."

She pauses a moment, looking up.

"Make the compote or jam first, whatever flavor you’d like. I suggest strawberry, but peach, plum and even omnomberry are possible alternatives. I won’t get into the details of that part, anyone can teach you how to make a jam."

She writes ‘Jam: Figure it out’.

"For the sponge, you’ll need to combine four handfuls of flour, a spoon of yeast, a cup of sugar, a pinch of salt, a spoon of powdered milk, a cup of water and a nice big wad of butter into a nice batter. Add vanilla pods to taste if you want. It should be thick like bread dough, so there’s no need to pour it into a mold, just knead it and throw it in a wood oven for a while."

On inspection, she’s scrawling down an extremely ineffective map to somewhere. The map is labelled “Metrica” and the destination point is “PR&T Esoterics”.

"For the pastry exterior, you’re going to have to obtain some ooze from my good friends at PR&T Esoterics. You will want the blue or translucent variety, red oozes are extremely spicy and green are too tangy. You want it as fresh as possible, buy it on the day you’re making the cake. Go back to your lab and throw a wad of butter, half a cup of sugar, two eggs, a cup of flour and a pinch of baking powder into your ooze and beat the crap out of it. Once the sponges have cooled, either cut them in half and put the jam in or inject the jam inside. Then, coat the exterior of the buns liberally with the ooze pastry preparation. Put it over an open flame and slowly turn it, you’ll see the ooze start to crystallize. You can eat it after that once its cooled."

She tears off the piece of parchment and hands it to Demitorah.

"You got all that?"

frusenfell:

Commission for vanlivanlivanli of dinnysura !

frusenfell:

Commission for vanlivanlivanli of dinnysura !

☱ [your choice and optional]

ratasum-renegade:

A short journal entry, written in deep red ink on the rumpled notebook page stands out against the other miscellaneous scribbles along the paper’s margin. A crude doodle of a Peacemaker officer dragging a pair of drunken Asura behind her appears above the page or so of text.

• • •

Things got out of hand very quickly last night during the unauthorized underground dance party in the Apprentice Carrels - but it’s a night that’ll go down as particularly memorable, for sure. I’m sure the bigwig bureaucrats nestled up there in the Arcane Council aren’t very happy with all of us ‘bringing down the house’, so to speak, but it was totally worth it.

Nakkt and Flekk were taken into custody and cited with public intoxication and disorderly conduct. Maybe inciting a riot or mass-assembling in a public space without the proper permits. The usual, you know? However, the officer who brought the two of them down to the holding cells to sober up at the Peacemaker headquarters really stood out. I wonder what her name is?

She had to be impressively strong and agile, to be able to pin down slippery ol’ Nakkt and subdue a rampaging, drunken Flekk. Personally, I wouldn’t even dare try doing either of those things unless I had at least two golems and an entire krewe to assist. Of course, I’ll stand up for my fellow krewe members, but boy, I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of their intoxicated rowdiness.

…But, most notable were those ears. They were remarkably large and floppy! Honestly, I wanted to go up and touch her ears - I’ve never seen a pair of ears quite so magnificently large, but from what I gather while watching her deal with Nakkt and Flekk, she probably would’ve had none of my petty nosiness. Maybe I’ll go down there to the Peacemaker headquarters sometime and ask to speak with her. She couldn’t be any more mean-spirited than that sharp-tongued warden Zikki, right?