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Yeah, probably wasn't a good idea to leave it alone lol
Yeah, probably wasn't a good idea to leave it alone lol
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Just a bunch of bunnies in a trench coat
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No, no, no. My cards know exactly what they're talking about unless the person they're reading is giving mixed signals but that's not really their fault, is it?
7 days ago
W-what did I just read? Please stop. You don't know what you're talking about. Please stop.
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Okay, so maybe my tarrot card collection has gotten a little out of hand but I needed the Beetlejuice tarot deck! You can't not have it!
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Well, if your partners are anything like me, they have the thread subbed so they get notifications when it's been replied to. Unless it's the first post and you didn't share the link. If so, shame!
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A roleplayer, a mom, a gamer, and a crafter. I like to make stuff, whether it be in writing or drawing or crochet, or paint, the list goes on. If it requires creativity, I can assure I have tried it at least once. If you want to see some of the stuff I make, feel free to ask. I do take commissions too though I hate my own art. Everyone else seems to love it and hey, sometimes you gotta take the money where you can get it, ya know?
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It's a pleasure to meet you. Wanna rp with me, then just hit me up! I will for sure rp with you, no matter the plot!
Anyways,
It's a pleasure to meet you. Wanna rp with me, then just hit me up! I will for sure rp with you, no matter the plot!
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So just a head's up. Come Sunday, I'll be going on a cruise. So I won't be able to respond throughout the week. If I have a signal, then I'll probably post something but just wanted to let you know.
So just a head's up. Come Sunday, I'll be going on a cruise. So I won't be able to respond throughout the week. If I have a signal, then I'll probably post something but just wanted to let you know.
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That escalated very quickly 😨
Yeah, I figured drunk people plus young woman equals uncomfortable situations lol
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Eldwic to the rescue?
Eldwic to the rescue?
Evalynn grinned broadly when Eldwic suggested they learn to make mead themselves. That was a great idea! They could have mead any time they wanted it if they learned to make it. She could keep the house stocked and they wouldn't have to buy another cup from the tavern ever again. “That's brilliant Eldwic! Perhaps we can stop by the alchemist next time we come to town and ask him what the best process to make mead would be.” She nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing in her seat at the thought.
Her smile faded from her face as he rationalized the two of them running off together. A frown formed on her face as she stared at him with annoyed eyes. Sometimes Eldwic really got too deep into an idea and killed the mood. She wasn't really thinking too hard about running away. It was just an idea that popped into her head, and ever the impulsive chatter, she spoke it out loud. However, when he said he would sooner sell his teeth over her hair, her smile returned. She leaned toward him, twirling a lock of hair around a finger as she spoke softly. “Oh, you like my hair, huh?” She giggled as she held some of her hair out in front of her. “It's soft too. I use oils to make sure it's nice and shiny whenever I wash it.” She laughed lightly as she fell back into her chair, grabbing her mug of mead up as she did so. She took a nice gulp of it just as the barb began a fast song.
She practically leapt out of her chair as the music picked up and the patrons gathered in the middle of the tavern to dance. “Oh! I love this song!” However, before she could invite Eldwic to come dance with her, he already declined. She frowned at him from the other side of the table, the heat of the mead bringing a flush to her cheeks. “You're not fun Wic!” but she stood up either way, chugging the last of her mead before she slammed the cup down on the table once more. “Fine, I'll find someone else to dance with me! You just watch.” She turned from the table to peer out at the dancing folks, almost all of them paired up and spinning around each other.
Her brown eyes scanned the area until they fell on a rather large man just across the dancing group. His eyes locked on hers and he grinned. It looked like he had almost all his teeth and his beard was nice and trimmed. She shrugged before she flashed him a smile, turning to look back at Eldwic. “You're missing out,” she said as the man made his way across the tavern, pausing just in front of her and offering his hand to her. She gently placed her hand in his, giving a low curtsy before she turned to flick Wic on the forehead, sticking her tongue out at him in a playful manner as the man pulled her out into the dancing crowd.
She paused a moment to order another mug of mead from the waitress before the man planting his large hand on her hip and the two went spinning around in the crowd. In truth, Evalynn would have rathered to be out dancing with Eldwic but she knew how stubborn he could be sometimes and she was just a little too tipsy to try and fight him over it. This man wasn't too bad of a dancer and he caught her each time she stumbled over her own feet, laughing alongside with her as she fumbled to keep her balance in the fast pace.
The waitress walked over to the table a placed a fresh mug of mead on the table as the song finally came to a stop. Evalynn was breathing heavy and laughing happily as she tried to still her racing heart. The man pulled her close to him, close enough she could smell the mead on his breath. “You're an amazing dancer,” he laughed as Evalynn giggled at the compliment.
“Are you kidding? I was terrible but it was fun.” She smiled at the man but then he leaned him for a kiss. Evalynn threw her hand up, planting it directly on his face in rejection. “Woah,” she said with an uncomfortable chuckle, pulling back away from his face, “I don't want you to get any kind of ideas. This was fun but,” his grip on her hips tightened as he pulled away from her hand, his face red with rage. Her words cut off in her throat as she realized she may have just picked the wrong partner. He reached up to grab her wrist before leaning in for another kiss, the smell of his breath almost making her gag. The mixture of the mead and fish stew left quite a rancid smell to his breath. She leaned away from him as best she could with one hand gripping firmly to her hip and the other holding tightly to her wrist, so tight in fact, it rather hurt whenever she went to pull from his grip. “Let go,” she said as she avoided his rancid kiss, the man's lips planting on her jawline instead of her lips.
Her eyes scanned the crowd as she looked around for Eldwic. This drunkard was just not taking no for an answer and she wanted out of this situation as quickly as possible. Eventually her eyes fell on Eldwic and she shot him a pleading look. "Save me please," it begged as the man continued to kiss along her jaw and the curve of her neck. A look of disgust was planted on her face as she struggled against his strong grip. This man was so disgusting!
Her smile faded from her face as he rationalized the two of them running off together. A frown formed on her face as she stared at him with annoyed eyes. Sometimes Eldwic really got too deep into an idea and killed the mood. She wasn't really thinking too hard about running away. It was just an idea that popped into her head, and ever the impulsive chatter, she spoke it out loud. However, when he said he would sooner sell his teeth over her hair, her smile returned. She leaned toward him, twirling a lock of hair around a finger as she spoke softly. “Oh, you like my hair, huh?” She giggled as she held some of her hair out in front of her. “It's soft too. I use oils to make sure it's nice and shiny whenever I wash it.” She laughed lightly as she fell back into her chair, grabbing her mug of mead up as she did so. She took a nice gulp of it just as the barb began a fast song.
She practically leapt out of her chair as the music picked up and the patrons gathered in the middle of the tavern to dance. “Oh! I love this song!” However, before she could invite Eldwic to come dance with her, he already declined. She frowned at him from the other side of the table, the heat of the mead bringing a flush to her cheeks. “You're not fun Wic!” but she stood up either way, chugging the last of her mead before she slammed the cup down on the table once more. “Fine, I'll find someone else to dance with me! You just watch.” She turned from the table to peer out at the dancing folks, almost all of them paired up and spinning around each other.
Her brown eyes scanned the area until they fell on a rather large man just across the dancing group. His eyes locked on hers and he grinned. It looked like he had almost all his teeth and his beard was nice and trimmed. She shrugged before she flashed him a smile, turning to look back at Eldwic. “You're missing out,” she said as the man made his way across the tavern, pausing just in front of her and offering his hand to her. She gently placed her hand in his, giving a low curtsy before she turned to flick Wic on the forehead, sticking her tongue out at him in a playful manner as the man pulled her out into the dancing crowd.
She paused a moment to order another mug of mead from the waitress before the man planting his large hand on her hip and the two went spinning around in the crowd. In truth, Evalynn would have rathered to be out dancing with Eldwic but she knew how stubborn he could be sometimes and she was just a little too tipsy to try and fight him over it. This man wasn't too bad of a dancer and he caught her each time she stumbled over her own feet, laughing alongside with her as she fumbled to keep her balance in the fast pace.
The waitress walked over to the table a placed a fresh mug of mead on the table as the song finally came to a stop. Evalynn was breathing heavy and laughing happily as she tried to still her racing heart. The man pulled her close to him, close enough she could smell the mead on his breath. “You're an amazing dancer,” he laughed as Evalynn giggled at the compliment.
“Are you kidding? I was terrible but it was fun.” She smiled at the man but then he leaned him for a kiss. Evalynn threw her hand up, planting it directly on his face in rejection. “Woah,” she said with an uncomfortable chuckle, pulling back away from his face, “I don't want you to get any kind of ideas. This was fun but,” his grip on her hips tightened as he pulled away from her hand, his face red with rage. Her words cut off in her throat as she realized she may have just picked the wrong partner. He reached up to grab her wrist before leaning in for another kiss, the smell of his breath almost making her gag. The mixture of the mead and fish stew left quite a rancid smell to his breath. She leaned away from him as best she could with one hand gripping firmly to her hip and the other holding tightly to her wrist, so tight in fact, it rather hurt whenever she went to pull from his grip. “Let go,” she said as she avoided his rancid kiss, the man's lips planting on her jawline instead of her lips.
Her eyes scanned the crowd as she looked around for Eldwic. This drunkard was just not taking no for an answer and she wanted out of this situation as quickly as possible. Eventually her eyes fell on Eldwic and she shot him a pleading look. "Save me please," it begged as the man continued to kiss along her jaw and the curve of her neck. A look of disgust was planted on her face as she struggled against his strong grip. This man was so disgusting!
It was a terrible idea leaving the creature alone in the room xD
The creature glided its hand along the smooth carving on the door, its eyes wide in curiosity. Its hands lingered on the wings of the eagles, a small smile playing along its lips as it felt the perfected etching of each feather. That was until it creator told it that it was the wrong door. It looked back at him from over its shoulder, taking one more look at the beautifully carved door before turning from it. It allowed its hand to glide along the door as it left, letting its hand to drop by its side again as it followed its maker to another door. This one far less elegant than the one they had just left behind.
It watched as he struggled slightly with the door before peering past the frame and into the room beyond. Its eyes scanned the room as it slowly walked past its creator and into the room. It looked from the window, to the sofa then the many chairs. Its head swiveled on its shoulders, taking in every little thing in the room. When its master picked up the oil lamp, it watched intently, strolling up to the oil lamp after it was lit and placed securely down. It watched the flame flicker this way and that, allowing its body to mimic its dance with swaying hips.
The creator watched his face as he spoke, taking note of the way his mouth moved. Its own mouth mimicked his and when he spoke the word flame, it proceeded to make lightly mutter an f sound over and over, moving its lips in the same fashion that he did. It turned back to the oil lamp, still practicing the f sound over and over as it watched the flame.
When its master left, the creature turned to look at the door, noting how it hung open a crack. It didn't feel very comfortable being alone in the room but it didn't seem its master wanted it to follow him for whatever reason. However, it couldn't help it and peeked out into the hall and watched him go for a moment before it turned back to the room once more. It let out a sigh before it walked over to one of the tables with dust covering its top. It gathered the dust up in a small heap at the middle of the table, poking at its soft texture before peering around for more of the dust. It walked from one piece of furniture to the next, gathering up the dust in its hands and adding it to the pile. Eventually, it had cleared the dust off most the items in the room and gathered it on the small table. It had made quite a pile at that point and was playing in the fluffy mess before it grew bored and left it there on the table, moving to the window to peer out.
It wasn't as large of a window as the ones in the hall and it found it hard to see out into the darkness. It let out an annoyed huff before turning from the window and peering around the room. There wasn't much more for it to do so it walked to the door and peered out once again. It slowly pushed the door open more and carefully stepped out into the hallway. It scurried to the large windows and peered out, wanting nothing more than to get outside to go meet the dogs and possibly find the cat its master was talking about. It searched along the windows, looking for an opening it could go through. When it didn't find anything in that manner, it struck the window in frustration, the glass fracturing under its fist.
It looked from its hand and to the window, sliding its fingers along the cracks before it pulled its hand back and struck again, the glass fracturing even more. It pulled its fist away and looked at the crack now, seeing a small hole just under where its fist was. It poked a finger through that small hole, getting a few small cuts along its finger as a result of the sharp glass. It didn't even notice as it pried a piece of the glass away.
It began to pull the fractured glass apart, piece by piece and dropping the fractures on the ground. Eventually, there was a significant sized hole in the window and it stuck its upper body through the gap. The chill of the night air graced its skin, though it didn't feel the cold. It struck the window with its foot, causing more glass to fall away before it finally took a step through the broken window. Its bare feet stepped down on the dewy grass. It looked around itself before squatting down to run its hands along the wet grass. Off in the distance it heard the barking of the pack of dogs and it stood, heading in the direction of the sound.
It watched as he struggled slightly with the door before peering past the frame and into the room beyond. Its eyes scanned the room as it slowly walked past its creator and into the room. It looked from the window, to the sofa then the many chairs. Its head swiveled on its shoulders, taking in every little thing in the room. When its master picked up the oil lamp, it watched intently, strolling up to the oil lamp after it was lit and placed securely down. It watched the flame flicker this way and that, allowing its body to mimic its dance with swaying hips.
The creator watched his face as he spoke, taking note of the way his mouth moved. Its own mouth mimicked his and when he spoke the word flame, it proceeded to make lightly mutter an f sound over and over, moving its lips in the same fashion that he did. It turned back to the oil lamp, still practicing the f sound over and over as it watched the flame.
When its master left, the creature turned to look at the door, noting how it hung open a crack. It didn't feel very comfortable being alone in the room but it didn't seem its master wanted it to follow him for whatever reason. However, it couldn't help it and peeked out into the hall and watched him go for a moment before it turned back to the room once more. It let out a sigh before it walked over to one of the tables with dust covering its top. It gathered the dust up in a small heap at the middle of the table, poking at its soft texture before peering around for more of the dust. It walked from one piece of furniture to the next, gathering up the dust in its hands and adding it to the pile. Eventually, it had cleared the dust off most the items in the room and gathered it on the small table. It had made quite a pile at that point and was playing in the fluffy mess before it grew bored and left it there on the table, moving to the window to peer out.
It wasn't as large of a window as the ones in the hall and it found it hard to see out into the darkness. It let out an annoyed huff before turning from the window and peering around the room. There wasn't much more for it to do so it walked to the door and peered out once again. It slowly pushed the door open more and carefully stepped out into the hallway. It scurried to the large windows and peered out, wanting nothing more than to get outside to go meet the dogs and possibly find the cat its master was talking about. It searched along the windows, looking for an opening it could go through. When it didn't find anything in that manner, it struck the window in frustration, the glass fracturing under its fist.
It looked from its hand and to the window, sliding its fingers along the cracks before it pulled its hand back and struck again, the glass fracturing even more. It pulled its fist away and looked at the crack now, seeing a small hole just under where its fist was. It poked a finger through that small hole, getting a few small cuts along its finger as a result of the sharp glass. It didn't even notice as it pried a piece of the glass away.
It began to pull the fractured glass apart, piece by piece and dropping the fractures on the ground. Eventually, there was a significant sized hole in the window and it stuck its upper body through the gap. The chill of the night air graced its skin, though it didn't feel the cold. It struck the window with its foot, causing more glass to fall away before it finally took a step through the broken window. Its bare feet stepped down on the dewy grass. It looked around itself before squatting down to run its hands along the wet grass. Off in the distance it heard the barking of the pack of dogs and it stood, heading in the direction of the sound.
Eldwic doesn't want to dance?! Shame, shame!
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