Pattern's Mumblings

Sylphrena

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III
older but still young,
soft curves, wicked tongue.
honey,

sunflowers,
 
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Meat & Milk
https://aditya777.deviantart.com/art/Female-wizard-01-282665866
https://www.fictiondepot.com/adult-roleplay-forum/index.php?threads/meat-and-milk.16938/
Types of magic :
http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Nature_Magic

http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Motion_Magic

Stupid, stupid chickens. They had devilish eyes, a sharp beak, and moved so erratically; every one of their features made Evelika's skin crawl uncontrollably. One would think the two enormous horses in front of her with muscles shifting visibly beneath their shining, black coats would elicit a similar response from the mage. Yet all she felt was an expanding ball of rage and humiliation and, of course, the chilling manacles at her wrists and ankles that connected to the horses saddles, yanking her forward in uneven steps. The chains clinking together became another background noise, joining the insults and leering from the citizens who lined the streets. Most people saved their rotting food for the public execution though a few could not resist pelting the defenseless Evelika.

Her deep blue eyes studied the manacles, determining they must be with a combination of iron, amaranth and cinquefoil. Which rendered her abilities completely useless as long as the cuffs were around her wrists. In her holding cell, the iron bars must have only contained amaranth considering she had been able to tap into her Bonding abilities minimally. That was before the guard stationed at her cell began to take an interest in her and she stopped using any of her abilities in fear he wasn't as genuine as he sounded. Those fears would flare up, intensifying every few days and consuming Evelika with potential possibilities of how that brute of a man would betray her. She found it hard to convince herself that a guard, a guard chosen by the King himself, would be siding with her, a mage. She did enjoy the company, she wasn't able to deny herself that.

She truly hated that time in the holding cell. And not because her freedom stolen away but because the voices in her head were taken. The voices that had accompanied her for her whole life, they were suddenly silent. No. Not silent... She could hear their suppressed whimpers far in the distance, begging for her. Without noticing, Evelika's eyes flashed a forest green for a brief second before the manacles managed to divert the magic before she could draw from it. The guard trailing behind them on a horse seemed to sense something, cracking the whip in his hand intended for livestock at Evelika's back. "Fucking watch it, you maggot," he spat, trying to rile the mage up for some fun. She didn't give him the satisfaction, barely reacting to the leaking wound apart from biting the inside of her cheek, continuing to step forward as the horses dictated her pace.

It felt like it had taken hours to finally make it to the coliseum where Evelika was held in yet another cell until the main event started, her manacles chained to the wall she was forced to sit against. Even with her eyes closed and concentration centered, she couldn't pick up any of the cries in her head. Were they gone at last or had the raucous cheering just gotten too loud? The guard piping up interrupted Evelika's attempted concentration, "It's your time to shine, sweetie."

Evelika couldn't hold her sneer back at the guard entering her cell. She intently looked into his eyes as he reached close to release her manacles from the hook in the wall, making him squirm before he had to suck it up and bring her to the arena entrance where two other guards awaited. She had already lost any faith that she refused to acknowledge she had for the brutish guard to come and rescue her. 'This is it,' the young mage thought as the walk across the sand begun, fruits and vegetables already being thrown down at her.

She kept her head bowed slightly, eyes focused on the ring in the ground where she would be shackled and many had before her. Evelika grunted when one of the guards shoved her down by her shoulders, knees roughly meeting the sand before he wrapped his hand around her arm pit, yanking her back up to her feet like a rag doll. Evelika swallowed thickly, her mouth instantly turning as dry as the desert, raising her chin up at last to watch the executioner approach.

Before she even understood what was happening, her wide eyes had focused on Lance's face sunlit face and his hand was clasping hers, dagger in her other. Another person, another thing dragging her away. At least it was by her hand and not another set of chains. She twisted around slightly as she was nearly lifted away by Lance's strength, shocked to see the lifeless bodies, and head, of the guards who thought were bringing her to her own death and not their own. Evelika focused forward, careful not to trip on the manacles that slowly loosened around her ankles without the chain to keep them shut tight. As they approached the guards that bustled into place to prevent their escape, Lance and Evelika released hands, each going into their separate attacks as if they were communicating telepathically.

Evelika leapt forward onto her hands, dagger placed between her teeth, shifting from hand to hand like a dance move as her legs spun. With a rotation of her right ankle, the manacle slipped past her heel, down her foot and smashed a guard square in the face with speed. She aimed for the manacle on her left foot to hit lower, getting the same guard in the nuts before he toppled over, blinded by the blood in his eyes. With the grace of a panther, Evelika was back on her feet, low to the floor, moving the dagger back in her right hand before she leapt for the guard going to Lance's rear side. With force, she rammed the dagger into his neck, pulling it out to slam into the other side, forcing him to the ground by his shoulders as she was just seconds earlier. All she found was pleasure in the horrified expression painted on the ugly mug of his, breathing over his dying body with his drying blood speckled on her face. Evelika nearly lost herself before the voices in her head began to get louder and louder.

"Eve! Eve!" They seemed to shriek, before getting quieter again as if someone was putting the lid on a jar. "Eve! Behind you!" Evelika gasped, ducking as she turned to see what exactly was coming behind her. A short sword sliced through the air just above her, just missing her. Her body instinctively moved, putting her hands beneath her so she could shove him away with her feet, tripping him on the body of one of his men hoping Lance would take care of him. She took the short moment to claw weakly at the manacles still tight around her wrists, preventing her from using any of her magic. Her skin reddened as Evelika frantically tried pulling the damned things from her but to no avail.
 
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holy shit did i get turned on watching the opening to orphan black s3ep2
need to write prompt about one-night stand turning into a threesome, doesn't need to be twins
 

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asdghjhlisd
someone terribly taped it and put it on youtube, yaaaaaaaaaaay ineedthis
 
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so I may have started watching the Netflix series You, after reading the novel years ago.... and I'm spending more of my time thinking of roleplaying something along similar lines than actually watching the show.

also what is it with music videos making me wanna make out
 
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A taste of maple syrup
The warmth of melting honey
The comfort of homemade waffles
A scent of sweet cantaloupe.

An assault of the senses,
voraciously swallowing her whole.
 

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contradicting compatibility
Stella was relieved another day had gone by in which she finished work early enough to enjoy a couple hours of sunlight before night descended and blanketed the city. She had opened the bakery, alternating between helping her regular customers and doing preparation for the next batch of baked goods before a colleague joined her, speeding up the process, and relieving her from her duties hours later once they had plenty of replenishment. It was a fairly simple job with a loyal customer base; the perfect amount of solitude and routine Stella needed to survive. Any of her free time spent with Jacob, her not-quite-boyfriend boyfriend seemed to be go, go, go: meeting people, taking day trips out of the city, going to exclusive events. She would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy some of it, Jacob's spontaneity attracted her to him like a moth to a flame. Little did she know, she was being consumed.

Oddly enough, she wasn't able to get a hold of him for the past day and a half which was very unlike the criminal who always had a phone on him. Stella decided today she wouldn't wait at home, sitting on her couch expecting Jacob to come in at any moment as yesterday's night unfolded. Today, she was going to treat herself to a nice dinner out after some window shopping. Not before she checked her phone for any notifications from Jacob, ignoring those from her friends. "I have tomorrow off so I'll see you in a couple days, Marnie," Stella saluted her coworker good-bye before disappearing into the staff room to switch out of her flour-ridden clothes for a clean black sundress and grey hoodie.

Opening the door at the back of the shop, the blonde was surprised to see a black SUV with tinted windows parked a few feet away, engine rumbling quietly. No one ever parked behind the building and instantly it caused Stella to worry, the vehicle looking mightily similar to the one that she had seen dropping Jacob off before. Careful not to let the panic show in her actions, she pulled her backpack onto her other shoulder and walked to her right. She crossed the road and continued to walk down the street of small businesses, black fabric rustling across her thighs with each purposeful step. Pushing locks of blonde waves over her shoulder, Stella's blue hues caught a glimpse of the intimidating SUV trying to turn onto the street. All she could think to do was to keep moving.

Desperation mounted on her bones, passing by shop after shop that had already closed for the day, her slender hands wringing the straps of her backpack at her shoulders. The unmistakable noise of tires crunching over gravel sounded to Stella's left, getting louder as the vehicle crawled up beside her as she walked. She looked up briefly into the passenger window that was rolling down, feeling her heart pound into her throat. Immediately upon recognizing the driver as someone acquainted with Jacob, the girl began running down the sidewalk, smart enough to bolt in the direction she had come from, forcing them to turn around.

Jacob always told her 'You have nothing to worry about, babe, I'll protect you.' What a bunch of bullshit that was. Stella should have known, especially after her last relationship forced her to move cities, that drug dealers, criminals, don't know how to protect anyone but themselves. Thankfully she had played soccer throughout university and her stamina had kept up into her late twenties, though the adrenaline was surely doing wonders to keep her from feeling fatigued as she ran down a different street. The first Open sign she came upon, Stella yanked the door open and darted inside, quickly closing it behind her before she walked around a display, hiding behind it's height.

Her mind spun in circles, her chest heaving with deep breaths that tried to replenish it with proper oxygen. "What the fuck what the fuck-" Stella chanted the mantra in exasperated whispers, ripping her phone from her sweater pocket, finally receiving a text after days.

✉ from Jacob [ 6:12pm ]
'So sorry babe, it's only for a month. That's what they told me anyways.'

"What... No no no," she muttered in disbelief, unable to wrap her head around the text she was reading. Stella's phone slipped from her hand, the harsh sound of impact against the ground re-awakening her to reality. She quickly bent down to grab it, holding it to her chest and rising slowly, sensing a presence in front of her, reminding her she did run into an open shop. "I-" She couldn't decide whether the truth was worth telling the intimidating shopkeeper immediately or not, "Do you have a back door I can sneak out of?" Her frightened marine blue eyes frantically searched his before they flickered over to the front windows, a terrified yelp escaping her mouth as the same black vehicle drove into view, pulling over and parking on the side of the road. "I promise I'm not making this up but those people are trying to kidnap me! I need to get out of here!" She felt like a fish in a barrel, just waiting for her impending capture.

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Nathaniel has retired from his life of crime. Settling down and living off of the money he had stored away and invested in various things. It was going well most had left the hitman to retire. He could try to go to a normal life. He opened up a small shop and life was going well. Until YC comes into the shop one day running from their own problems. That follow them into the store, more concerned for the store than YC. He deals with whatever or whoever followed them in and lets YC calm down a bit. Explain what is going on and he choses to help them. Maybe he couldn't ever fight that part of his personality that wanted to help those that needed it. This time just with a lack of payment.

her previous boyfriend, Jacob, is into the shady drug scene, being a dealer himself but unable to pay his bosses back after months of coming up short on payments. He uses his bosses interest in MC to his advantage and offers her in return for a clean slate. On her way home from work at the bakery, MC could sense she's being scouted out/followed and panics, entering Nathaniel's shop.
 
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needs more work

I'll Make You An Offer You Can't Refuse
Alola Region. Oneshot.

Ariella used her light yellow baseball cap to pathetically fan herself as she trekked through the Poni Wilds, the minutes walking dragging into hours. It was a humid, sunny day, something the Kalos native was still not accustomed to, and clearly not well prepared for. Even the tropic tree canopy wasn't providing much relief from the muggy heat and she had already taken off her wind jacket, tying it around her waist and leaving her in a floral tank top and cream coloured shorts. Oh how she wished she had cut her hair short before taking the trip to Alola, instead it fell in blonde curls and waves to the bottom of her breasts. She was stifling a drowsy yawn when she came to a fork in the trail. Ariella took the right path which looked a little less worn down, hoping it would be a good thing. She perked up when she noticed a trainer, who seemed to sense her presence as they turned to lock eyesight with Ariella before exclaiming, "I'll make you an offer you can't refuse!"
 
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wouldn't it be nice if we spent our time
kissing away each others breath on the prettiest night,
on the quietest curb, tasting so sublime
 

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I'm forcing myself to sit down on my next day off, Wednesday, to get out at least one reply. I feel so terrible even though I'm told not to, it's a stupid and vicious circle.
watch this to make self feel better, stokes the imagination
 
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Acquired Navy Blue Floral Satin Robe
+500 Bad-assery
+2000 Allure
+15 Because it fucking has pockets
 
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