jiniichor: "Literally perfect, tbqh. Like, it's really, really refreshing to see someone who understands Ragyo's character so well play her here. You blow me away with your threads and just how much you know about her and just. I've always been a fan of Ragyo so I get picky on how she's played, but you nailed it, imo. I'm excited to interact with you more! And to see your other threads too, of course"
what is your opinion on my portrayal?
( aaah thank you!! i’ve tried my best to study her in a sense, so i’m glad that work there is working for me! )
Hey guys, Ramadan is coming up in less than a month (roughly 3 weeks from now, no exact date yet) and I just wanted to make sure that some people were aware. Muslims around the globe are gonna be fasting along with other practices for a full month, so please be considerate by just doing a couple of easy things.
Tag all NSFW or NSFW-like posts: If your blog isn’t explicity NSFW, then please tag it. Even if it’s like “oh but there’s no nips showing”, if the picture is mostly sexual then tag it. People have different interpretations of what is and isn’t SFW so better safe than sorry.
Tag all food posts or mentions: This one isn’t that hard to understand. Muslims are going to be abstaining from food and drink (water included) for a minimum of 15 hours, sunrise to sunset, for a month straight. It’s not very fun to constantly see/hear about food when you’re starving.
If anyone has any other topics I forgot/haven’t covered, then let me know. Otherwise please spread this and let others know. I’ll be queuing it up semi-regularly at different times.
She moved like she was ethereal, without a single noise, not even a click from her heels. Ushered in by her sovereign, obeying her call without hesitation. Without a thought otherwise.
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Yes.
❞
She’d respond back, her voice so dull, there was barely any inflection to hint what she had said was actually a question. But, there was nothing else said, instead, the girl would move forward, closer, nearing the beckoning finger. Standing before the older woman, Ren would bow.
THE BOW is met with a sound of BRIGHT approval, a laugh like the clinking of wine glasses in a smoky, dark room. RAGYO KIRYUIN’S hands reach for a lock of hair, tugging it between her fingers as though it were silk. She touches the woman like an expensive vase – with some degree of caution, but like an object. A thing to be caressed and admired.
“It SUITS you well,” She flatters. “But how does it feel? Like a SECOND SKIN, I hope?”
