#Rogue's Bazaar

[roguesbazaar]

Pride Flag Dice Bag at the Rogue's Bazaar on Etsy

#dice bag #dnd #pride month #ttrpg #lgbtqia+ #dice #pride flag #accessories #etsy #lesbian pride #gay pride #trans pride #bisexual pride #asexual pride #nonbinary pride #aromantic pride #pansexual pride #Rogue's Bazaar #Dungeons and Dragons #dnd dice #tabletop rpg

[mystery-box-gifs]

#park jinyoung #jinyoung #got7 jinyoung #got7 park jinyoung #got7 #got7daily #harpers bazaar #harpers bazaar korea #narciso rodriguez #221006 #sorry to anyone on mobile lol #that last gif goes rogue on there #I can't be bothered to fix it

[sosuperawesome]

Starry Night Dice Bags // Rogues Bazaar

#dice #dnd #rpg #starry night #etsy

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

When I pick up the phone and actress Rebecca Ferguson greets me with a cheery “hello,” she sounds completely at ease. She doesn’t sound at all like a woman who’s been flying across the world to promote her new blockbuster film, Dune: Part Two, all the while spending six days a week shooting the second season of her critically-acclaimed Apple TV+ dystopian drama, Silo. Of course, I realize not too long into our conversation that this is in part because Ferguson is quite amiable. I also learn that there's also a small part of her that chooses to embrace the chaos.

While discussing her look for the final Dune: Part Two premiere in New York, she recounts the story of when she arrived in the Big Apple, much of the outfit was thrown together last minute. While talking about her hair (courtesy of hairstylist Blake Eric) Ferguson says, “We were running late, so he was running after me with the scissors whilst clapping and chopping into it. I love all of the chaos.”

It’s hard to imagine this comically haphazard image when you take a look at the killer result. For the red carpet, Ferguson and her stylist, Tom Eerebout, chose a gothic ensemble from Olivier Theyskens that featured a black bodysuit layered under a sheer cape gown with alternating panels of frilly lace and fishnets. Ferguson accessorized with a pair of glossy black thigh-high boots and stacks of dog chains, which her husband, Rory St. Clair Gainer, actually picked up at a local pet store. Meanwhile, her ombré locks, which extended all the way to her hips, added a dramatic final touch, as did her bright red lip and dark eye makeup. The ensemble screamed ’80s dark glamour, and Ferguson herself jokingly referred to it as “Madonna on crack.”

The Dune star was full of jokes during our chat, which helped paint a clearer picture as to how such a playful look came together. “I'm more Gothic. I'm edgy. I'm Scandi,” she says. “I'm not fluffy and, you know, bride-like. That’s just not me.”

The Dune: Part Two press tour has been full of bold showings, from Zendaya’s Stéphane Rolland dress with the pointed-pronged cutout to Florence Pugh’s side boob moment in her backless Valentino gown. However, none of the looks have been quite like this, and you can sense how free Ferguson felt in the ensemble.

“I think for me it was quite nice at the end here to be able to just break loose and think, No, f*ck it,” Ferguson says. “I'm going to go completely rogue and communicate something completely different. You know, [having the] freedom and the platform to do so.”

The stars of Dune: Part Two have certainly been breaking free with their red carpet choices, and it’s been a sight to behold. Ferguson notes that she’s surrounded by fashion showstoppers who shine just as bright even when they’re on their own. “You know, [you] can take everyone individually out, and they would [still] absolutely rocket,” she says.

But Ferguson, who plays Lady Jessica in the Dune series, certainly stands out on her own as well—and the New York premiere look was one of her most personal outfits yet. It’s clear that spur of the moment decisions can sometimes turn out for the best. “We literally just have fun, and sometimes you mess it up,” she tells me. “You know, everything isn't perfect.”

When I tell her that I did in fact love the look, she says that she's happy to hear it. But she adds, “It doesn't really matter as well because some people will like it. Some people won't like it. Some people will think it looks absolutely crazy and masquerades...but that's what's fun. The times that I kind of didn't really see myself because I was a little bit of a beige hideaway. That's not interesting. We're selling a movie...We're making fun for people to talk about and gossip about and hate and love. And, you know, that's what fashion is.”

#rebecca ferguson #interview #fashion #2024 dune part two nyc premiere #appearance #dune interview

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Breadcrumbs and Receipts - Meghan tells on herself about the coronation

TL;DR -- The Sussexes haven’t been officially invited yet but have learned their invitation comes with strings attached that they (but especially Meghan) don’t like, given a recent onslaught of Sussex PR tantrums. I believe this indirectly confirms someone at Buckingham Palace has put steps in place to prevent the Sussexes from going rogue at the coronation like they did at the Platinum Jubilee’s service of thanksgiving at St. Paul’s Cathedral.

Disclaimer: At the end of the day, all that will matter is what Charles wants. And Charles is notorious for promising one thing to the public and then doing the reverse.

On March 1, 2023, Buckingham Palace announced that the Sussexes’ lease on Frogmore Cottage will be terminated in June 2023. Omid Scobie spins this as “[b]arred from access to police security, there’s just one space that meets the Sussexes’ security needs when visiting the UK” and calls this a “cruel eviction.”

On March 4, 2023, Meghan’s PR begins to manifest an apartment in Buckingham Palace for the Sussexes.

On March 5, 2023, Scobie wrote for Harper’s Bazaar that “the couple have ‘recently received’ email correspondence from the monarch’s Buckingham Palace household regarding the [coronation].” He further goes on to say that details will be kept “private” and “a royal aide briefed Britain’s Times of London on Saturday that an invitation had been sent out.”

On March 8, 2023, the Sussexes announced that they were claiming Prince and Princess titles for Archie and Lili in a press release sent to People Magazine announcing Lili’s christening. 

On March 9, 2023, Marie Claire (a Sussex-friendly publication) publishes this article, citing the demands for the Sussexes to attend the coronation: 1) official recognition of Archie’s birthday, 2) staying at Frogmore Cottage, 3) balcony appearance, and 4) private security details.

What’s really happened here? The Sussexes haven’t been invited to the coronation. Not yet.

First, the coronation is an official state ceremony (though ”state” seems to be debatable these days). This means that the official invitation would not be issued by email. Save-the-dates, additional details, protocol requirements, travel arrangements, confirmations -- that would be issued by email. Not invitations. Invitations would still be issued in the traditional manner, on paper through the mail (overnight priority express mail, most likely).

Second, no one else has confirmed receipt of invitations. Only the Sussexes. If you look back to royal weddings and even The Queen’s funeral, people were announcing their invitations the moment they arrived. That’s not happening now. The official invitations probably still haven’t gone out but everyone who’s going probably already knows they’re going because they’ve also received correspondence from Buckingham Palace about the event. 

Third, why are the Sussexes demanding to stay at Frogmore Cottage when they still hold the lease through June? Scobie (and all of the American Sussex-friendly publications but none of the major British publications) claims that Eugenie now lives at Frogmore Cottage. Why does Eugenie living at Frogmore Cottage preclude Harry and his family from staying with her? Surely the cousins can work it out between themselves, especially if Harry is the tenant through June. So technically Eugenie is staying with the Sussexes, which means that the only person Harry and Meghan need to make demands of is Eugenie. Not Buckingham Palace.

This means there’s something greater at play here. The palace’s “correspondence” at the beginning of the month probably wasn’t the invitation. It was probably instructions that included their lodging or accommodations in London should they attend the coronation. And given the tantrums that have happened since then -- leaking of the “cruel eviction,” implying an invitation, claiming Prince/Princess titles, and the Marie Claire demands -- Harry and Meghan were probably told that they could not stay in Windsor and that alternative arrangements in London were being made for them, probably a hotel or guest rooms at St. James’s Palace (where most everyone who lived at Buckingham moved to for the refurbishment).

Why would Charles do that? Well, because of the fiasco at the Platinum Jubilee.

For the jubilee, the Sussexes stayed at Frogmore Cottage in Windsor, which is about 45 minutes away from central London. For the service of thanksgiving at St. Paul’s Cathedral, Harry and Meghan were meant to meet with the rest of the extended royal family at Buckingham Palace and take the motorcoach over to the cathedral. They were late, missed the motorcoach, and had security take them directly to the cathedral, which led to Harry and Meghan getting virtually their own procession for the service and ultimately resulted in a late start to the service as then William, Catherine, Charles, and Camilla’s arrival was also delayed.

To put it simply: I think we’re seeing indirect confirmation that Charles is forcing the Sussexes to be more “team players” this time around. Meaning, no private, exclusive motorcade to Westminster Abbey for the coronation - they’re getting lumped in with everyone else like they were at The Queen’s funeral. Whether it’s by carriage, car, or motorcoach, they’re going to be “one of the many” rather than “one of the few.” I think we will see a procession for The King and Queen, a procession for The Prince and Princess of Wales that includes the other working members of the family, and a third procession of the remaining family members. Maybe Harry and Meghan can lead the pack, but I think there will be some kind of visible exclusion of the Sussexes separating them from William and Catherine. Especially since Meghan is still trying to negotiate the terms of their attendance at the coronation through her PR. 

#breadcrumbs #receipts #rumors #theories #coronation

[sunlessea]

❛❛ IF I WERE YOU, i'd give up talking, 'cause soon you'll be a dead girl walking.

giselle is an envoy zailor visiting london as an ambassador from venice, a city finally sunken, half drowned, into the 'neath at no behest of the masters of the bazaar. overrun with rogue fae who refuse the masters and their ilk passage into their claimed city, they've established sunken venice as their territory, making them yet another faction sharing the zees. / artist.

#giselle <3333333 #PRETTY OWL FAE PERCEIVE HER #` ✞ giselle. ⁞ there will come a poet whose weapon is her word. #` ✞ portraiture. ⁞ the beguiling subjects of london times.

[writingomegas]

hello hello I'm very excited for you to officially start this, I can't wait until I see what you come up with👀

11) "You look awful. What happened?" X fluff with Tighnari!

Alpha coming home after a very intense battle and Tighnari taking care of themmm jshsgs

Thank youu! -🌒

We love Tighnari in this household. There's a little more hurt/comfort than anticipated, but I tried to add some humor to balance it out.

CW: Non-specific injury mention and medical treatment

Some days you really hated being a Matra.

You groan as you drag yourself back to your home. That group of Fatui agents were no joke, and you are sore all over. You hiss as you step wrong and a jolt of pain goes up your leg. This certainly isn't the most injured you've ever been, but it still wasn't very tolerable either.

As you open the door, you prepare yourself for the lengthy lecture sure to follow from your mate.

Tighnari turns towards the door as it opens, and he immediately notices how you're standing and clutching your side. He sighs and comes over to help you walk to a chair.

"You look awful. What happened this time? Fungi? Eremites? A rogue Sumpter Beast?"

"That was one time!" You whine. "One time, and you've never let me forget it."

His tail swishes as he grabs his medical supplies and starts treating your injuries. "Because it was quite hard to miss the very large, very loud beast charging at you, yet you still somehow did."

You pout playfully. "I was distracted by your dazzling beauty! You were shirtless, honey, shirtless!"

He rolls his eyes, but his tail moves quicker in a way that lets you know that he likes the compliment. "Your situational awareness is quite terrible for a Matra."

"My situational awareness is fine when I'm not distracted by your very attractive chest."

He stops bandaging your abdomen and raises an eyebrow, looking your body up and down. "Really?"

"This was not an ambush. There were Fatui harassing some merchants, so I stopped them."

He continues, not saying anything in response. His expression was neutral, but his scent was displeased-sad-worried. Your heart ached, knowing it was all for you.

You grab his hands and look in his eyes. "Hey. I'm right here. I'm okay. A little bruised, but nothing too bad."

Tighnari's ears twitch, and his expression finally shows his concern. "I hate doing this. Patching you up."

"I know, and I'm so sorry that I keep doing this to you honey." You squeeze his hands gently.

"...I love your big heart. I just wish it didn't keep getting you hurt." He rests his forehead against yours.

"Hey, I do good deeds that don't result in personal injury. It's why all the aunties at the bazaar love me," you joke.

A small smile lightens up his expression. "That, and your muscles."

You playfully gasp. "Are you insinuating that the aunties only love me for my biceps and chiseled abs?"

"They do love your kind heart, but they like looking at you more. I've heard them talk."

You laugh and lean up to give him a kiss. "Too bad for them. I'm spoken for."

He kisses you back with a hum, then pulls back to finish his treatment.

"Now, as punishment for being reckless again, you get to tell Collei why you're injured."

Your heart sinks in despair. "I can't do that! She always looks so sad and disappointed. It's like I kicked a puppy, honey."

"Then it should teach your the error of your ways," he says as he packs up his medical supplies.

"Honey, she's gonna break my heart. It's agonizing."

"Suffer, then."

"Honey!"

#ak writing #tighnari #genshin impact #genshin tighnari #omega tighnari #answered asks

[thiefpodcast]

The Thief is a fully immersive, low fantasy, actual-play audiodrama, in the spirit of Dark Dice, We're Alive, and Dice Tower Theatre. I appreciate anyone who can help me find its audience 💗.

We meet Symphony again months after paying Bafford a visit. It's time to meet an old friend in the anonymity provided by a crowd.

Credits: Written and produced by Michael Schofield Played by Sisi Wei Voices in order of appearance: Kristian Byrne, Patrik Deraković-Rakas, Jeremy Roman, S. Kaiya J., and Elliot Schofield Music by iCentury, Crypt of Insomnia, and Tabletop Audio (see usage statements).

The Thief is produced by the Fyrd: our thegn Trei Brundrett, spear-throwers: Rebekah Monson, Andy Priestner, Joshua Simpson, Kevin Wilson, and Mike Atchley.

You can join the Fyrd help me make more stories about the Aendhrin and the legacy of Caledoran at patreon.com/michaelschofield.

#audio drama #audio fiction #dungeons and dragons #TheThief #actual play #fiction podcast #booktok #low fantasy #audio book #Spotify

[farore-or-less]

youre writing a florist Link fic? share pls!

No! It's actually a roleplay I have with the lovely @keikbird ! This was her amazing idea, not mine, and I so enjoy writing with her!

The entire roleplay is available to read on our discord server where all the chillest zelink nerds hang out! If you're on discord, are over 18, and would like to join, you totally can! DM me for an invite. If you're in there already, it's under the forum of the roleplay-bazaar and it's called Arrangement.

I play Link and here's a little clip:

She was like a flower, one that blossomed on the cusp of spring. Something bold but soft, like purple hyacinths that trumpet spring's arrival, or a bloom as fragrant as Lily of the Valley. Sweet and subtle and surprising to note just how poisonous to the heart such a delicate flower could be. Rosy flesh speckled with beauty marks and lashes that batted, fluttering like leaves.

Flowers usually don’t talk though.

He must’ve scared her by how she jumped away from the plant she was touching. She wasn’t the first customer to stroll in, thinking the plants were off limits to interact with. On the contrary, he encouraged it.

When her eyes danced around the shop and called it beautiful, Link fell into his typical routine of bashfulness. “Thanks, it was my grandmothers,” he said, sticking a hand in his apron as the other itched at the nape of his neck—only to feel a leaf stuck to his skin. Inconspicuously, he gripped the rogue plant piece in his fist, then shoved it into his other pocket of the apron, and now both his hands were fidgeting in there. Goddess, he was so caught off guard by her.

Thank Hylia for his buddy.

It was always a delight to see a customer’s face light up at the sight of Hess. Usually, the old dog never got out of bed unless he smelled food—it was quite unusual he’d get up from his afternoon nap just to say hi, but here he was; slowly sauntering up to the girl and sniffing her knees, wanting to be pet.

“That’s Hess, it’s short for Hestu. My grandmother named him after my grandfather because she thought it was funny,” Link chuckled. “He won’t bite or anything, you can pet him.”

Her previous fidget with the watch on her wrist made Link check his own. Right. It was noon. If she was for his mid-day appointment, this woman was pretty and punctual.

“Are you just browsing, or are you my 12 o’clock appointment for wedding bouquets?” If she was, this girl would make the most beautiful bride Link had ever made bouquets for.

#zelink #zelink fanfic #zelink fanfiction #botw zelda #flower shop au #legend of zelda #zelda #breath of the wild #zelink writers unite #zelink fic

[jadegretz]

Thieving Temptress: Black Cat's Allure by Jade Gretz

The city glittered even at night, a sprawling mosaic of neon and chrome reflected in the slick, rain-streaked streets. But tonight, beneath the sickly glow of a blood-red moon, the cityscape held a grotesque allure. A chilling wind howled, carrying an unnatural stench – a mix of ozone and rotting flesh.

Felicia Hardy, perched atop a gargoyle overlooking Times Square, adjusted her mask. Black Cat, they called her – the city's most audacious thief, but tonight, even the thrill of a fat payday couldn't penetrate the icy fear gripping her heart.

The sky bled a horrific crimson, pulsing like a diseased heart. Twisted shadows danced across the buildings, writhing with a life of their own. This wasn't a storm; it was a curse. A curse she had unwittingly unleashed.

Flashback.

The dimly lit Egyptian bazaar thrummed with exotic sights and aromas. A dusty stall, crammed with tarnished silver and chipped figurines, caught Felicia's eye. Rumor had it, the proprietor, a wizened old woman with eyes like burning embers, possessed artifacts of untold power.

Felicia, ever the opportunist, spotted a sleek obsidian amulet tucked away in a dusty corner. Its surface shimmered with a faint, unsettling glow. The old woman cackled, revealing gums lined with blackened teeth. "Ah, the Mark of Xibalba," she rasped, her voice a dry croak. "Do you truly understand what you court, little thief?"

Felicia scoffed, the thrill of a potential heist overriding any superstitious warnings. With a quick sleight of hand, the amulet vanished into her pocket. But the moment she left the bazaar, the world seemed to shift on its axis.

Back in the present.

A guttural roar echoed through the streets, shaking the very foundations of the city. Buildings groaned under an unseen pressure. Below, in the chaos, swarms of twisted, clawed figures, their eyes glowing with a malevolent red, tore through the panicked crowds.

These weren't humans anymore. They were monstrosities ripped straight from Felicia's worst nightmares – grotesque parodies of humanity with elongated limbs and mouths that …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

#ai #aiart #digitalart #jadegretz #fantasyart #fanart #beautifulgirl #aiartwork #aiartcommunity #blackcat #feliciahardy #spiderman #superhero #comics #comicart #fantasy #thief

[roguesbazaar]

A recent commission with custom embroidery. This is my first time making an intricate embroidery design. Learned a lot in the process and I think it came out quite cute! Rogue’s Bazaar on Etsy

#dice bag #espeon #umbreon #dungeons & dragons #dnd dice #rogue's bazaar #pokemon #commission #dnd #d&d #tabletop gaming #tabletop rpg #etsy handmade #embroidered bag

[mimble-sparklepudding]

Pop quiz: list a dozen OCs that Mimble would like to hang out with or get to know better, and why!

(PS: you're great)

Amon of @spotofmummery. Mimble could bring some Allagan bits and pieces for Amon to examine, but ideally he is hoping to find him a restorable Node to fix up and nurture back to full functionality. In exchange Mimble would like to learn more about the late Allagan Empire, both out of historical interest and because he suspects that Amon's knowledge of voidsent might be useful for his future endeavours. Also they could compare hats.

Inxli of @pinxli. Whilst I suspect there would be a certain amount of (mostly) good-natured bickering, Mimble would recognise Inxli as a potential ally in a number of areas, including his research into the War of the Magi and dealing with Voidsent. Mimble would offer to share his experiences with the Void and his fight with Bitoso, the architect of the Tonberry Curse.

They would probably make a good team in combat, especially with Reckless providing covering fire/backing music. Mimble's healing would allow Inxli to be even more reckless, so to speak.

Mimble would bring him a white chocolate cake with pink icing as a gift, along with sweets for his children (dried fishballs in Eenix's case).

Faiolan of @mirageofthecrystal. Whilst Faiolan is a very very serious military man, and consequently might find Mimble slightly too frivolous, they do have a surprising amount in common. They would probably reminisce about the ending of the Dragonsong War and the War for Ala Mhigan Liberation.

Hopefully Faiolan would connect with Mimble's shared experiences in those conflicts and recognise and respect his proven track record in warfare. He might also be interested in hearing about the final fight with Zenos.

Mimble would try to make Faiolan laugh, or at least smirk despite himself. He would bring him some of the most expensive, fragrant, pipeweed that he could find in the Silver Bazaar of Ul'dah, along with some of the cheapest, strongest, grog that he could source from the Rogue's Guild of Limsa Lominsa.

Fennie of @scholarlostintime. Mimble is very interested in Fennie's experiences of travelling through timelines, as that isn't something he's managed himself. What he would do with this ability, if he ever learned more about it, isn't completely clear, but he'd almost certainly be very responsible about it. Probably.

He is also keen to learn more about Fennie's research into The Echo, although they probably ought to keep off the subject of Hydaelyn, due to their differing levels of deference towards her.

As a someone related, however complicatedly, to Alphinaud, Mimble would also feel an amount of uncle-like pride in Fennie's achievements. He would enjoy spoiling Fennie's children with presents and making them laugh with silly jokes. He would bring Fennie some enchanted inks and some expensive Hingan paper for writing his notes upon.

Destiney of @cadrenebula. Mimble started his journey as an adventurer in the forests of The Black Shroud and would be pleased to know that, despite being on maternity leave, Destiney continues to help and heal the citizens of the forest. They also have a shared love of sweets and tea and would probably enjoy both, whilst talking about the challenges of healing companions who will not move out of damaging area effects.

Mimble would bring a bone for Tucker and either some clothes or baby toys for her little one, as well as a large bag of sweets for Destiney and him to share.

Naru of @blucifermain. Mimble would find Naru a very intriguing person to get to know and would be interested in, tactfully, learning more about her experiences with primordial light and its combat applications...for research purposes only of course.

They would discuss their various adventures and Mimble would provide a sympathetic ear for Naru's accounts of love and loss with Elidibus, even though his experiences of the former heart of Zodiark are somewhat different to hers.

He would bring her a gift of something black and expensive, that he crafted himself. Perhaps a jet black flower decoration for her hair or a pair of practical, but luxurious, long black leather gloves.

Satien of @nyarumi-nyan. Mimble would be keen to help the over-serious young miqo'te to relax, so would probably make him lots of tea and give him some good-natured advice on taking time out to rest and recuperate (resting and relaxing are areas in which Mimble is particularly skilled).

He would discuss the challenges of keeping a disparate group of individuals together and the never ending tasks of mediation, guidance and generally providing the social glue which holds different personalities together as neatly as possible. Unity and friendship between different people is something Mimble feels strongly about and he and Satien could probably share their experiences of this tricky area.

Mimble would bring some of his most relaxing tea, chamomile or valerian perhaps, and a tin of lavender biscuits.

Aki of @healersadjust. Mimble would be careful that his sense of humour did not inadvertently offend the fiery young miqo'te, so would endeavour to keep his jokes to safe subjects (such as Estinien).

He would talk to Aki about books and reading and ask her about her favourites. He would gently encourage her to try writing a poem or a letter for someone she cares about, but without necessarily making her feel that it was his idea. They would chat over tea about a range of topics, never going deeper than Aki was comfortable with, since Mimble would wish to make her feel at ease in his company.

He would bring her a book of fantastical Hingan legends, purchased in the night market of Kugane and bound in sumptuous Yanxian tigerskin leather.

Yume of @firelightmuse. Mimble would consider Yume to be exceptionally cultivated and knowledgeable, and would ply her with tea and delicate matcha biscuits, in order to learn more about Hingan history and culture beyond the walls of Kugane (diplomatically of course, he wouldn't want to bring up traumatic memories).

They would discuss poetry and literature and Mimble would ask very nicely if he could read some of Yume's poems, but would accept it if she wished to keep these private. He would try to make her giggle by making up silly poems about Graha and the other Scions.

He would bring Yume a bunch of Nymeia lilies and something for baby Hikari, perhaps something warm in soft wool, to help keep her cosy in chilly Sharlayan.

Kwas of @kskellington / @peddlestox-shinyrocks. Mimble would be very conscious of the need not to alarm Kwas and would carefully consider how to go about making friends without her becoming scared.

He would purchase something she had crafted, perhaps a music box, not the most expensive one, wishing to keep things low-key, but he would pay the price she was asking. He would avoid making too many conversational demands upon Kwas, but would ask about her crafting and talk a little about his crafted items, perhaps asking her advice in general terms about materials and techniques.

He would bring her a peach tart which he had made himself, on the pretext of asking her to try it and give her opinion of his cooking. He would leave her to finish it later (if she liked it), but would be careful not to call it a present.

Saeta of @saeta. Mimble would enjoy gossiping with Saeta over tea and slices of rich cheesecake, naturally with a sweet dark purple sauce made from forest fruits to go with it. They would talk about herbalism and botany and, albeit slightly in code, they would discuss white magic and the history of the Shroud.

Mimble would enjoy reconnecting with the day to day life of Gridania and learning the latest rumours. In return he would give Saeta advice on herbal remedies and mixing the techniques of conjury and herbalism to achieve better results.

He would bring Saeta some bubble chocolate and a silk scarf purchased in the Doman Enclave, decorated with vividly lifelike peacocks in shimmering greens and purples.

Francel of @aroseyetbloomedwrites. Mimble is a great admirer of Francel and they worked closely together on the restoration of Ishgard and the design and building of the Empyrean.

Mimble would encourage Francel to take a day off. He would attempt to persuade the young noble to allow himself to be whisked off to The Bismarck in Limsa Lominsa for a sumptuous lunch, followed by some people watching in Costa Del Sol, with some iced cocktails and exotic fruits. They would talk about anything and everything, as long as it wasn't related to Francel's "job" and Mimble would make him laugh with naughty jokes and unflattering impressions of Count Charlemend de Durendaire.

Mimble would give Francel the gift of a Crystarium Wall Chronometer, as a tribute to his efforts to build a better city and as evidence that his is a challenge that others have shared and overcome.

It's a shame I'm limited to only a dozen, as Mimble is very gregarious and would like to spend time with a number of other characters as well. Particularly @loldragoon-ffxiv (although I semi-cheated and mentally counted seeing Fennie as including seeing Feldspar), @furys-mercy, @eljaofthecrookedgrin, @aurelia-polyps, @the-littlest-kojin, @bough-waker, @captainkurosolaire, @avettabendrot, @kittieology, @loloug, @phoebe-of-ivalice, @talion-graves, @umbralaether, @professorbunbun, @valeria-cress, @yloiseconeillants, @bloodsworn-marshal and @zuraoftheblack

If you would like my ideas about how Mimble might spend time with one of your OCs let me know and I should be happy to add some more.

#questions #questions for mimble #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv oc #ff14 ffxiv #ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv wol #lalafell #mimble sparklepudding #ff14 screenshot #final fantasy 14 #mimblewimble

[aroundtheworldwithphillyfogg]

October 20th, 1872: mischief in Mumbay

(This is the third post today. First post, second post)

The passengers of the “Mongolia” went ashore at half-past four p.m.; at exactly eight the train would start for Calcutta.

Mr. Fogg, after bidding good-bye to his whist partners, left the steamer, gave his servant several errands to do, urged it upon him to be at the station promptly at eight, and, with his regular step, which beat to the second, like an astronomical clock, directed his steps to the passport office. As for the wonders of Bombay—its famous city hall, its splendid library, its forts and docks, its bazaars, mosques, synagogues, its Armenian churches, and the noble pagoda on Malabar Hill, with its two polygonal towers—he cared not a straw to see them. He would not deign to examine even the masterpieces of Elephanta, or the mysterious hypogea, concealed south-east from the docks, or those fine remains of Buddhist architecture, the Kanherian grottoes of the island of Salcette.

Having transacted his business at the passport office, Phileas Fogg repaired quietly to the railway station, where he ordered dinner. Among the dishes served up to him, the landlord especially recommended a certain giblet of “native rabbit,” on which he prided himself.

Mr. Fogg accordingly tasted the dish, but, despite its spiced sauce, found it far from palatable. He rang for the landlord, and, on his appearance, said, fixing his clear eyes upon him, “Is this rabbit, sir?”

“Yes, my lord,” the rogue boldly replied, “rabbit from the jungles.”

“And this rabbit did not mew when he was killed?”

“Mew, my lord! What, a rabbit mew! I swear to you—”

“Be so good, landlord, as not to swear, but remember this: cats were formerly considered, in India, as sacred animals. That was a good time.”

“For the cats, my lord?”

“Perhaps for the travellers as well!”

After which Mr. Fogg quietly continued his dinner. Fix had gone on shore shortly after Mr. Fogg, and his first destination was the headquarters of the Bombay police. He made himself known as a London detective, told his business at Bombay, and the position of affairs relative to the supposed robber, and nervously asked if a warrant had arrived from London. It had not reached the office; indeed, there had not yet been time for it to arrive. Fix was sorely disappointed, and tried to obtain an order of arrest from the director of the Bombay police. This the director refused, as the matter concerned the London office, which alone could legally deliver the warrant. Fix did not insist, and was fain to resign himself to await the arrival of the important document; but he was determined not to lose sight of the mysterious rogue as long as he stayed in Bombay. He did not doubt for a moment, any more than Passepartout, that Phileas Fogg would remain there, at least until it was time for the warrant to arrive.

Passepartout, however, had no sooner heard his master’s orders on leaving the “Mongolia” than he saw at once that they were to leave Bombay as they had done Suez and Paris, and that the journey would be extended at least as far as Calcutta, and perhaps beyond that place. He began to ask himself if this bet that Mr. Fogg talked about was not really in good earnest, and whether his fate was not in truth forcing him, despite his love of repose, around the world in eighty days!

Having purchased the usual quota of shirts and shoes, he took a leisurely promenade about the streets, where crowds of people of many nationalities—Europeans, Persians with pointed caps, Banyas with round turbans, Sindes with square bonnets, Parsees with black mitres, and long-robed Armenians—were collected. It happened to be the day of a Parsee festival. These descendants of the sect of Zoroaster—the most thrifty, civilised, intelligent, and austere of the East Indians, among whom are counted the richest native merchants of Bombay—were celebrating a sort of religious carnival, with processions and shows, in the midst of which Indian dancing-girls, clothed in rose-coloured gauze, looped up with gold and silver, danced airily, but with perfect modesty, to the sound of viols and the clanging of tambourines. It is needless to say that Passepartout watched these curious ceremonies with staring eyes and gaping mouth, and that his countenance was that of the greenest booby imaginable.

Unhappily for his master, as well as himself, his curiosity drew him unconsciously farther off than he intended to go. At last, having seen the Parsee carnival wind away in the distance, he was turning his steps towards the station, when he happened to espy the splendid pagoda on Malabar Hill, and was seized with an irresistible desire to see its interior. He was quite ignorant that it is forbidden to Christians to enter certain Indian temples, and that even the faithful must not go in without first leaving their shoes outside the door. It may be said here that the wise policy of the British Government severely punishes a disregard of the practices of the native religions.

Passepartout, however, thinking no harm, went in like a simple tourist, and was soon lost in admiration of the splendid Brahmin ornamentation which everywhere met his eyes, when of a sudden he found himself sprawling on the sacred flagging. He looked up to behold three enraged priests, who forthwith fell upon him; tore off his shoes, and began to beat him with loud, savage exclamations. The agile Frenchman was soon upon his feet again, and lost no time in knocking down two of his long-gowned adversaries with his fists and a vigorous application of his toes; then, rushing out of the pagoda as fast as his legs could carry him, he soon escaped the third priest by mingling with the crowd in the streets.

At five minutes before eight, Passepartout, hatless, shoeless, and having in the squabble lost his package of shirts and shoes, rushed breathlessly into the station.

Fix, who had followed Mr. Fogg to the station, and saw that he was really going to leave Bombay, was there, upon the platform. He had resolved to follow the supposed robber to Calcutta, and farther, if necessary. Passepartout did not observe the detective, who stood in an obscure corner; but Fix heard him relate his adventures in a few words to Mr. Fogg.

“I hope that this will not happen again,” said Phileas Fogg coldly, as he got into the train. Poor Passepartout, quite crestfallen, followed his master without a word. Fix was on the point of entering another carriage, when an idea struck him which induced him to alter his plan.

“No, I’ll stay,” muttered he. “An offence has been committed on Indian soil. I’ve got my man.”

Just then the locomotive gave a sharp screech, and the train passed out into the darkness of the night.

The train had started punctually. Among the passengers were a number of officers, Government officials, and opium and indigo merchants, whose business called them to the eastern coast. Passepartout rode in the same carriage with his master, and a third passenger occupied a seat opposite to them. This was Sir Francis Cromarty, one of Mr. Fogg’s whist partners on the “Mongolia,” now on his way to join his corps at Benares. Sir Francis was a tall, fair man of fifty, who had greatly distinguished himself in the last Sepoy revolt. He made India his home, only paying brief visits to England at rare intervals; and was almost as familiar as a native with the customs, history, and character of India and its people. But Phileas Fogg, who was not travelling, but only describing a circumference, took no pains to inquire into these subjects; he was a solid body, traversing an orbit around the terrestrial globe, according to the laws of rational mechanics. He was at this moment calculating in his mind the number of hours spent since his departure from London, and, had it been in his nature to make a useless demonstration, would have rubbed his hands for satisfaction. Sir Francis Cromarty had observed the oddity of his travelling companion—although the only opportunity he had for studying him had been while he was dealing the cards, and between two rubbers—and questioned himself whether a human heart really beat beneath this cold exterior, and whether Phileas Fogg had any sense of the beauties of nature. The brigadier-general was free to mentally confess that, of all the eccentric persons he had ever met, none was comparable to this product of the exact sciences.

Phileas Fogg had not concealed from Sir Francis his design of going round the world, nor the circumstances under which he set out; and the general only saw in the wager a useless eccentricity and a lack of sound common sense. In the way this strange gentleman was going on, he would leave the world without having done any good to himself or anybody else.

An hour after leaving Bombay the train had passed the viaducts and the Island of Salcette, and had got into the open country. At Callyan they reached the junction of the branch line which descends towards south-eastern India by Kandallah and Pounah; and, passing Pauwell, they entered the defiles of the mountains, with their basalt bases, and their summits crowned with thick and verdant forests. Phileas Fogg and Sir Francis Cromarty exchanged a few words from time to time, and now Sir Francis, reviving the conversation, observed, “Some years ago, Mr. Fogg, you would have met with a delay at this point which would probably have lost you your wager.”

“How so, Sir Francis?”

“Because the railway stopped at the base of these mountains, which the passengers were obliged to cross in palanquins or on ponies to Kandallah, on the other side.”

“Such a delay would not have deranged my plans in the least,” said Mr. Fogg. “I have constantly foreseen the likelihood of certain obstacles.”

“But, Mr. Fogg,” pursued Sir Francis, “you run the risk of having some difficulty about this worthy fellow’s adventure at the pagoda.” Passepartout, his feet comfortably wrapped in his travelling-blanket, was sound asleep and did not dream that anybody was talking about him. “The Government is very severe upon that kind of offence. It takes particular care that the religious customs of the Indians should be respected, and if your servant were caught—”

“Very well, Sir Francis,” replied Mr. Fogg; “if he had been caught he would have been condemned and punished, and then would have quietly returned to Europe. I don’t see how this affair could have delayed his master.”

#Around the World in 80 Days #Jules Verne #around the world in 80 dailies

[tales-from-the-neath]

🌧, 🎲 & 📚 for the ask game!! 👀

From here!

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🌧️ What is the favorite thing for you OC to do on a rainy day?

Nyx just likes to sit by the hearth with a good book, back to the window, and read while listening to the sounds of the rain!

Alisha wouldn’t give a bat’s s__t, and would still be out and about

Winston would be… “reading,” which is what he calls just drinking himself into a stupor after raiding the group’s stash of Morelways 1872

Mr Roses likely wouldn’t even know it’s raining, since it tends to stay in it’s home within the Bazaar or in Parabola

(…actually, I’m pretty sure they’d all panic, since it doesn’t rain in the Neath.)

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🎲 If your OC played a pen and paper RPG, what class would they pick? Warrior, mage, thief, ranger, cleric, paladin, druid, necromancer, bard (or other, if that’s not enough).

Alisha would definitely be a warrior. She’s a basic b___h, and it aligns well with her history as a Captain back in Ireland

Nyx might be a bard. True story, I themed one of my D&D characters after them and made them a high-elf bard :P ANYWAYS… just their personality definitely gives bard vibes

Winston… an artificer? Or maybe a (very bad) cleric… rogue doesn’t seem too far off for him either…

Roses would try to be itself since it wouldn’t know what the hell is going on XD

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📚 Your OC has to improvise a 10 minute lecture about a topic of their choosing. What do they chose?

For Alisha: what do you think? XD You’re giving a former Navy officer permission to make a 10-minute seminar on any topic. How well do you see this going? In all seriousness, she’d definitely do it on something military-related.

Nyx… ooh, that’s a tough one. Maybe something concerning the lack of foxes in the Neath? Or maybe something about proper etiquette and conduct… since god knows the others in the group actually knows how to act in a high-society setting.

Roses would definitely do a whole rant on just flowers. Flowers, or Parabola. It wouldn’t even stop once the ten minutes was up.

Winston just wouldn’t care. He’s say something along the lines of “lemme get back to my reading,” despite everyone knowing that he doesn’t actually read.

#fallen london #tales from the neath #nyx darkhelm #alisha scott #mr roses #winston fairman #oc asks #fl ocs #fallen london oc

[swanmay-that-got-away]

Some thoughts on Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser after finishing the first 3 volumes:

Before I go on, would I recommend FnGM: Yes but don't read every story. I have completionist brain when it comes to media, do not be like me, read the ones everyone recommends. A short list would be Ill Met in Lankhmar, Jewels in the Forest, Thieves' House, Bazaar of the Bizarre, Lean Times in Lankhmar, and Stardock. If I do a reread, it'll look a little like that.

FnGM makes a really bad first impression. The Snow Women, and frankly a lot of FnGM stories, are unusually misogynistic even for their time period. The Snow Women has parts I would generally recommend, but I can't, because they're enmeshed with the most intense hate wife bullshit that it shunts me out of the narrative constantly. This is a repeated problem in the stories, with not infrequent rape threats, treating women extremely badly, and just being generally fucking awful? I know FnGM are supposed to be bad people but this is literally everyone in every story all the time. If you're doing a FnGM read, I would recommend skipping The Snow Women, Claws from the Night, Their Mistress The Sea, and the last two books entirely. Those are the worst offenders.

Instead of that, you should start with Ill Met At Lankhmar, which is the first story in the collection order that is both well written and not pointlessly offensive. It's a banger! And it sets the stage for what's so good about FnGM anyhow: two shitty rogues who are a little too witty, fucking up despite their competence. When FnGM shines, this is usually what it's doing. I don't even recommend swinging back to read the first stories later, although the ski fight at the end of Snow Women IS pretty cool.

Leiber's prose is as good as people say it is. I think it's a lot like Moorcock's prose where it's a little annoying by default, until it's ON, and then it's some truly stellar prose that you will remember for a LONG time, and then you fall in love with the default prose too.

Swords Against Death is easily the best single volume of FnGM. It contains the most iconic FnGM stories and it really shows the duo doing their best schtick in the best way. For my money, Jewel in the Forest is my favorite story. That probably says something about me (that I'm really into weird, mindbending, abstract big reveals and care very little about swordplay).

People sleep on The Cloud of Hate. It rocks. It's helped by its short page count, it could've easily gone on past its worth. It doesn't, so the metaphor lasts JUST long enough to feel really cool. Absolutely no idea how you'd use it in a TTRPG, despite my reflex to do so.

Lean Times in Lankhmar feels like a Pratchett novel built for me. I don't really like Pratchett? It always feels like he's taking an extremely long time to say anything and then when he finally says what he wants to say, it's an anticlimax, and the joke doesn't land for me? Anyway, LTiL's pagecount is brief enough that it doesn't do that. If every Pratchett book was like this, I'd be a big Pratchett fan.

I genuinely can't get over Their Mistress The Sea. It's only 5 pages but it has the single most grotesque line in the first three books, which is to the effect of "maybe the witches are mad they weren't raped?" Between this and the pedophilic predilection of Mouser in the later stories, one wonders about Leiber. He says Fafhrd is based on him and Mouser is based on a friend and MAN that is an awful thing to say about someone. I also, disagree, from what i know of the man he was more like Mouser. So.

On the whole, a neat series. Deserves classic status. I need to say "do not read them all, do not read them in order" again, because you really really shouldnt do that. I think I narrowly prefer Elric? I think I'd prefer FnGM in the "Leiber respects women" timeline.

#fafhrd and the gray mouser #sword and sorcery #appendix n

[ryanmeft]

Assassin's Creed Locations Ranked, Part 3

After a long delay, here's the third part of my ranking of every location in the Assassin's Creed series. I have linked the first two entries below, and you can see my criteria by clicking on part 1.

Part 1

Part 2 https://ryanmeft.tumblr.com/post/729093968203218944/assassins-creed-locations-ranked-part-2 Let's get to it.

19

Heb Sed (Origins: Curse of the Pharaohs)

Don’t remember this one? I don’t blame you, but hold on, because it might be more interesting than you recall. Egyptians didn’t have a real concept of eternal torment---you either got into paradise or were devoured by an immortal chimera, which admittedly isn’t much better. Ramesses II was a Pharaoh whose reign was marked by his never-ending desire for conquest, and his illusory afterlife reflects this, being a sand-blasted waste littered with the remains of well-known Egyptian icons. It’s more interesting than it sounds. The fact his eternity is a blighted and ruined form of his own country, not anyone else’s is pretty psychologically interesting, and wandering these ruins is less overtly oppressive than the cauldron that is Hades, and more a sad affair as you search for an enemy so obsessed with war he has no peace even in death. It’s not beautiful, but it’s an interesting concept more original than Aten, and thus ranking higher.

18

Constantinople/Istanbul (Revelations)

The legendary city that became the eastern Rome was mostly a barely-disguised reskin of Brotherhood’s setting, but the smoke of hookah, the Grand Bazaar full of colorful wares, the elaborate clothing and the heavy presence of books as a standout environmental and gameplay element helped give the city a mostly fresh feel. Whereas Brotherhood sacrificed story for gameplay, Revelations focused on the narrative and the environment a bit more heavily, resulting in the genuine feeling that you were in a place and time where the world was rapidly changing. It’s still a reskin, but it is a pretty good one.

17

North Atlantic (Rogue)

It’s pretty abundantly clear that Rogue was made to tap III and Black Flag’s immensely popular sailing gameplay one more time before moving on to the landlubbers of revolutionary France. Like Revelations, you can often practically see the Caribbean sea and the Colonial frontier underneath the forts and frozen oceans. Fortunately, though, this time the series did a little bit more than just reskin existing environments. The “River Valley”, so-named because the terrain is loosely based on the famous Hudson Valley, has more dips and swells in it than III’s frontier, while the frigid oceans and their neighboring cliffs successfully evoke history’s maritime chase for the fabled Northwest Passage. It’s still a reskin and therefore can’t rank higher than most original locations, but it’s a better reskin than that in Revelations.

16

Asgard (Valhalla)

A lot of this was mentioned in the entry on Dawn of Ragnarok’s vastly inferior Svartálfaheimr, so I’ll keep this brief. Asgard is a place where the towering halls of the fabled city give way to deep, Isu-ruin-studded caverns, and Ratatosk and Fenrir freely roam amid recreated Norse stories. You can leave whenever you want, but it’s such a beautiful place to visit that you probably won’t go back to England until you’ve licked the plate clean. The only downside is that the connection to the Isu plotline is murky at best, which is either a strength or a weakness depending on how much you like the frame story.

That's it for this short entry. Come back next time to see entries 15-11, and then one more time to see what the top ten are and in what order.

#video games #assassin's creed #norse mythology #ezio auditore