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The streetrat turned nobleman smirked back at her as she made up her mind. “o’Course you can have bread.” He chuckled and looked down at the bundle of blankets on his lap and then back at her. “I mean, you could have bread with out me putting on pants, but that’s gonna be up to you if you want that kind of show.” He knew this was teretory they hadn’t played with. Darsa has the pacients of a saint and wanted Kat to take the lead on what she wanted and when she wanted it. “There is somethin’ freeing about being naked while bakng. I’ll just not be frying anything with out pants on.” He winked but was also ready to see if this was too far or not.

( @kat-lockhart​)

Weekends were bliss. The work on the island was never done, but weekends meant the day started a little later for Kat. It was as close to a day off as she wanted for the time being. But weekends were bliss. She sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over with messy hair and morning breath, and chanted softly at Darsa, who was certainly not still asleep. "Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread, bread, bread."

He had woken up a good minute before she started whispering in his ear. The sunlight beaming through the nearby window, the coastal birds letting out their cry as they flew past. Darsa had one word for the whole situation.

“FUCK.”

Getting up he looked down at his bare chest and made sure to put more of his blankets around his waist. “Um... I was supposed to get woken up before dawn so I could get some baking in...” He then looked down at the blankets then back to Kat. “Um... Love, I might need t’ask you to uh let me put some pants on. I didn’t know you’d be sneakin into my room or I would of, put on some trousers.”

(( @kat-lockhart You asked for this!))

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Weekends were bliss. The work on the island was never done, but weekends meant the day started a little later for Kat. It was as close to a day off as she wanted for the time being. But weekends were bliss. She sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over with messy hair and morning breath, and chanted softly at Darsa, who was certainly not still asleep. "Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread, bread, bread."

He had woken up a good minute before she started whispering in his ear. The sunlight beaming through the nearby window, the coastal birds letting out their cry as they flew past. Darsa had one word for the whole situation.

“FUCK.”

Getting up he looked down at his bare chest and made sure to put more of his blankets around his waist. “Um... I was supposed to get woken up before dawn so I could get some baking in...” He then looked down at the blankets then back to Kat. “Um... Love, I might need t’ask you to uh let me put some pants on. I didn’t know you’d be sneakin into my room or I would of, put on some trousers.”

(( @kat-lockhart You asked for this!))

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Digging Through The Past

“Da!” I shouted as I came down the newly constructed hallways of the castle. I don’t hear my feet, but I’ve always been light on my feet, perk of living the life I’ve had.

Da’s deep in reading some books that I had gotten from the monastery. There were also books on different areas in Gilneas that he was digging through. Something gave him wild hair. Maybe it was Malthe getting older and he realized she needed to know the family history, maybe it was him seeing he had a family to share the history with. Either way, he was hitting the books hard and I almost wondered if I did take a lot from him. 

“Over ‘ere.” He grumbled he’s a big fucker, like me. Scared up to hell from his life as a feral, but he’s good, real good where it counts. “Found somthin’ tha’ might be interestin’.” 

The library he’s around is something of my pride and joy. I’m slowly making painstaking copies of the books I find leftover in Gilneas. I’ll return the originals to the church, but I want the copies for me. I didn’t spend my youth learning illumination to not save these texts.

“Let me guess, found something about some great uncle?” I grinned and fell into a chair nearby. Da and I have the same eyes. Bright silver that reflects any light around us. It was the thing that made me know he was my Da.

He let out a huff and pushed a paper towards me. “Na, I found the marker for the cobbler shop your great grandfather owned. My Da swooped up his daughter and ran off with her, remember?”

I didn’t need to be told twice about the story, but I know Da loves telling it. “Yeah it was some of that romantic bullshit right?”

“Oi! Not bullshit, and you need to watch your mouth So’. You got people here who count on you to have a sharp mouth.” He pointed a finger at me but I half grinned back. He knew better than to assume I was one of the prissy nobles. I didn’t live most of my life as a street rat to suddenly turn into one of the assholes.

Raising my hands up I keep chuckling. “Okay fine. Still, they ran off together right? It’s what got the Carringtons all, ya know, distrusted by folk.”

“Yup.” He reached over and tapped the paper. “But I’ve been thinking.”

“Always a dangerous thing.” I quipped and got a near growl from him.

“That priest we met in the wilds. He mentioned he had family who were cobblers in Gilneas, well-known ones. Maybe he’ll know that marker. If I can pin down that family, you might have some cousins mucking around... Or dead.” Da winced and shrugged. It was most likely they were dead. I don’t hate the forsaken, but I know the number they did on the walled-off kingdom.

Picking up the paper and let out a sigh. “You're going to make me go to Stormwind. I hate that place.”

“I could go, but I’d be taking Malthe with me.” He rose his eyebrows up in a challenge. Malthe was still too small to go to the city and too easy to notice. That’s another fix I needed to find, but that was later

“Fine, but I’m going to see Jane and Cody as well before I come back.” I said grabbing the paper and getting up. “Alright?”

Da grinned at me and chuckled. “You’re a saint.”

“No I’m not.” I called back and got out of the room before I heard his reply. I’m not a real saint, I’m just a bastard who loves my parents too much to not help them out when I can. If that means tolerating Stormwind City for a day, then that’s what I gotta do to be a good son.

((Mentions: The Priest @laurent-price​))

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Hokkaido Milk Bread

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OOC Plans: WoW Classic

Okay because @olivia-lovecraft put up her toons, I have bee holding on my list of Classic variations as well. I’ve been playing Malura since Wrath and it’s kind of fun to turn the clock back and see what her and the rest of my dorks would do. So here’s my list, I might be doing some blogs for them as well, just because I love posting stories and I know I’ll be writing stories for all my characters anyway.

Malura, Living with Night Elves

After the fall of Lordaeron and her father dying in the massacre, Malura got in deep with a number of gangs until the Night Elves came. She still is a half high elf, but the elves felt like she was going to be outcasted and one of them took a shine for her and whisked her away so she didn’t get caught up in human politics. There she learned more about hunting and respecting nature. She has the potential to go anywhere, like she did ten years ago, this time, I want to see what she does!

Darsa, Drugdealer

Darsa is still going to be a rogue and all of his life has basically been the same up until the part where his adopted sister was framed for killing someone. With Mal being off with the night elves Darsa is less volatile and will be more how I originally saw him, a drug dealer with a heart of gold. He’s going to fight falling into a gang, but I do plan on him getting in with the Defias and have a chip on his shoulder against nobles.

Quin, Mage and Spy

Quin was born from an experiment, only instead of it causing him to negate all magic he touched this time it made him stronger with the more magic he was around, making him a perfect mage. Still Dalaran found out that soul magic had been used in his birth and Quin was pushed under a rug hoping he would die and not be found. Anthion still finds him and adopts him, only this time Anthion can find out the truth, Quin is a high elf stuck in a human body. The Magisters of Silvermoon named him an honorary High Elf and he lived there happily until the Scourge came and the Sunwell was destroyed. With the newly named Blood Elves trying to figure out what they were going to do to survive they send Quin (Quintarus as is his elven name) out to the Alliance to see if the people who abandoned the High Elves have any remorse and to see if there can be allies waiting for them.

Carl, Cultist 

I know Carl is one of my ‘new’ characters, but looking at his life I and I decided to pick the darker path for him. This time when he was a boy he was shipped off to live with an estranged ‘uncle’ who was a member of a Cult. Carl is more into the occult this time and has become adept in summoning the void to his cause. What he wants, I don’t even know, but I do know he’s going to be fun to have lurking around, being a charming man who has dark intentions. Of course he’s still going to relic hunt… I’m a sucker for relic hunting, just this time it’s less for money and more for what his Cult is going to want from him.

All in all I am pretty stoked for Classic. I already got three of these names squared away and I keep day dreaming about letting Mal explore the world and be effected by things again. I’m going to put ‘retail’ first, but this is for me to play with all my ‘what ifs’ with other people. If you want to join in on the fun please do. Bloodsail Buccaneers is the RP server and it’s got a lot of people from all over trying to mesh their ideas together.

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@kat-lockhart Only Darsa is Goth and Kat is Punk Country

Persephone: [trips on air]

Hades: Haha babe, you’re so clumsy.

[later, when Persephone’s not around]

Hades, punching the air: Who do you think you are, who THE FUCK DO YOU THINK-

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Kitchen and servants’ stair at Townend, a 17th century house in Cumbria, England by Bob Radlinski

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Darsa’s Attributes

full name.  Darsa Carrington pronunciation. Darr-sa, Care-ing-ton nicknames. Lord Shepard, The Ass,  zodiac. Taurus languages. Common, Forsaken, 

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

height. 6′4 age. 40 (But looks to be in his early 30s) hair color. Black eye color.  Grey with a silver reflective ring on the outer rim skin tone. Pale body type. Lithe and strong accent. Low Gilnean dominant hand. Right hand posture. Relaxed, slumped around most. scars. Most of his scars are hidden under his shirt tattoos. He has a ward against shadow curses on his back.

most noticeable features. Normally it’s between his eyes and his height. He towers over most people and his eyes do catch the light.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. Shores of Silverpine Forest hometown. Stormwind birth weight/height. Adverage manner of birth. Natural with no help first words. “Book!” siblings. Malthe Carrington (Alive), Malura (Adopted, Alive) parents.  Brvard Carrington (Alive), Lady Trea Stone (undead) parental involvement. Darsa’s father didn’t know he was even alive and Darsa’s mother gave him to a group of monks in Silverpine forest. The first time he really met his mother, she attacked him and nearly killed him. It was only with some digging did he find out the crazy death knight turned out to be his mother. His father since Darsa found him has become a fixture in Darsa’s life. The two men being nearly identical personality wise.

ADULT LIFE.

Occupation. Lord of Deephaven, Chemist, and part time monster hunter Current residence. The Island of Deephaven, mainly a tent he’s been sleeping in while the castle is being built. Close friends. Kat Lockheart, Malura Underchild, Nic,  relationship status. Courting Kat Lockheart ( @kat-lockhart) financial status. Upper Class, but lives humbly  vices. Milk... 

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. Heterosexual romantic orientation. Heteroromantic   preferred emotional role.  submissive | dominant | switch | unsure preferred sexual role.  submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed libido. Average turn-ons. Physically strong, kind, down to earth, stubborn turn-offs.  Cruel, closed minded, elitists,  love language. Time, doing things for others relationship tendencies. Darsa has been a nurturer since he was a child. As such when he’s in a relationship he tries his best to keep to support where he can. He makes a lot of dangerous plays if it means the people he loves stay safe.

MISCELLANEOUS.

hobbies to pass the time. Reading, illumination, potion making, learning anything he can get his hands on mental illnesses. He has disassociate episodes after traumatic events physical illnesses. None left or right brained. Left fears. Losing his mind, Becoming a monster, losing everyone he loves, being left again self confidence level. It’s getting better. He’s taken a lot of hits in his life, but he’s learning what he’s able to do and what he isn’t able to do. vulnerabilities. His heart mainly, be it for loved ones or a compelling sob story.

Tagged by: @kat-lockhart

Tagging: Anyone who wants to give this a shot!

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Some bakers have transcended the art of making bread and pastries, they don’t need tools or ovens, they are called, the Doughmancers A small animation done to expand a bit on the world of Saltenpepper

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Darsa’s 40th Birthday

((May 20th Darsa got to celebrate his birthday with his girlfriend @kat-lockhart This is honestly the best birthday he’s ever had and is hoping to making better memories in places he’s never been to before.))

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Reblog if you say "fuck" more than 5 times a day.

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help, my wife is only 5 feet tall but she would fight anything for me even the sun 

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Darsa’s Final Words

“Get everyone to safety.”

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