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Hour Writing Challenge!

The Prompt for this challenge was a mix of two, one where in the future, PDA is forbidden and the other is where emotions can be bought in bottles.

Time Taken: 59mins 35sec

“I can’t believe the wait-list has gotten this long already…didn’t this shop just open?”

It wasn’t exactly irritation that dripped off the words, perhaps it was just a little tension at wanting to feel the euphoria again that came with simply not caring. The society they’d grown up in was so regimented, so controlled, it was hard to deny the pleasures that came with even the smallest tastes of freedom.

“We have waited up until this point haven’t we?”

It was never easy to reason with someone you loved, it was so tempting to give in to impulse…but with public displays of affection being forbidden, it was better to simply focus on the time they would get to spend behind closed doors. No one really had an answer or told the same story as to why the bans came about. The regime simply believed that measured and controlled responses were better for the lives of their citizens. Romance often flowered into lust and lust was not easily controlled. Just like anger gave way to rage and sorrow bled into depression. It was the extremes that seemed to scare people.

Privacy was the one luxury that people were still allowed. Behind closed doors, we were allowed to behave as we liked without fear of armed guards breaking down our walls and dragging us away for a correction. People that often got taken away in the little black cars very rarely came back as anything recognizable. Shells of their former selves.

It’s why places like this shop were so popular lately. They offered a taste of what all of us wanted without any of the dangers. What they sold were simple, bottled emotions. For a premium fee, you could easily buy your way into feeling anything you wanted. The thrill of success, the heartache of a break-up, or the utter ecstasy that came with falling in love. It was all temporary, the effects rarely lasted longer than a few hours. A safe and allowable high for the masses.

When our turn finally came, it was easy for the shopkeeper to see what we wanted. Our blushing cheeks, our nervous glances at one another, the almost tangible foot of distance we kept between each other to be safe of any mishaps or slips of our raging hormones. We were both on edge, but we’d talked about making this decision months ago. In a world that didn’t allow for couples to show their love in public…when, they did decide to finally give in, it should be at its peak of expression.

“Let me guess lovebirds, you’re looking for a little something to feel that growing spark? Maybe turn it into a bonfire? Or maybe something to keep things sweet?”

Though the shopkeeper was being friendly, the large camera trained at the window was hard to miss. It’s ever-watchful eye likely feeding their faces back to some government building for analysis, making sure no one abused the system or had the gall to steal. It was at that moment that my mouth felt horribly dry, I almost couldn’t bring myself to speak. The hours that had gone into researching the different bottled emotions were slipping from her mind like there was a leak somewhere.

“We would like to try the Philia please.”

My partner’s voice was always a comfort, a gentle tenor that played over my ears and wrapped around me like a warm embrace. We had toyed around the idea of going with Eros or Agape, but something about Philia simply felt right. Our choice seemed to surprise the shopkeeper, perhaps it wasn’t a common choice?

“Not a request I get all the time from couples, everyone wants that spice and fire. I’m not gonna talk myself out of a sale though, so here you go you two. Remember, what happens in your own home is your business, don’t give anyone a show.”

The words were meant to be playful, but it was a clear warning without being overly threatening. After issuing what I hoped was a standard ending to their sales script, we were offered a pleasant enough looking vial. The liquid inside was a pale rose color, almost pink. They were engineered to be tasteless, but the internet was littered with rumors that they did have tastes, which were believed to be different based upon the person who consumed them.

With our bottle of Philia in hand, my partner and I walked along the streets. Our shared apartment wasn’t far and was already staged with our favorite take away meal, our cozy clothes, and the ideal set up for a good cuddle and watching a movie. It was believed that many couples had nights like this, once a month or so. The emotions were not cheap after all, some of them easily being the difference between groceries or worse, rent.

I could see the apartment building on the horizon and I couldn’t deny the way my heart started to pound in my chest. I knew what love was, I felt it for my partner more than anything else in this world. I knew want, lust, desire, but I also knew comfort, safety, and joy with them. It killed me a little that I couldn’t simply hug them goodbye when we walked to work or embrace them when they were struck by sadness. They say they know I care, but I worry at times. Lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t my partner’s urging right away. They were motioning me to follow them. It wasn’t in the direction of the apartment so I was very confused.

“What are you doing?”

It was a fair enough question, but they simply urged me to follow, so I did. We walked a few yards into an alley, the only thing surrounding us was tall walls with teasing glimpses of blue sky overhead. I couldn’t help but stare at my partner, the question was clear in my eyes.

“I don’t want to wait anymore. Let’s do it now.”

In their hand was the vial of Philia, their hands already moving to open it. Panic and excitement shot through my body so fast I almost felt sick. What if they got caught? What if they got sent in for a correction?

“We’re not far away from the apartment…we can take it now and by the time we arrive, it should be in effect…I just don’t want to waste a moment of this, I want to spend every second with you.”

The argument was so compelling. It made perfect sense. I was tired of waiting, I was tired of not sharing the deepest of emotions possible with them. I couldn’t say the words, but I managed to nod, reaching out to help their shaking hands. Nervousness, it made the moment all the tenser. An audible pop could be heard as the seal on the vial broke, the lid giving way. There was enough Philia for them to have a drink apiece.  My partner was always the braver person when it came to trying something new and took a drink. They were quick to shove the vial into my hand, time was of the essence after all. Cautiously I took the vial and raised it to my lips, tipping it back.

Rainwater in a summer storm with a touch of strawberry…that is what I tasted. I reminded me of the day I met my partner. A summer storm had brought us both into the same market to seek shelter, we hit it off almost instantly and the night had ended in my apartment, the taste of strawberry on my lips from what I imagined was my partner’s preferred lip balm.

The memory came on so intensely that when I looked into my partner’s eyes, I felt every desire to hold them close and never let go. The worries and the rest of the world faded away until they were little more than a silent and unspeaking audience.

“I thought I’d never feel this again…it’s just like when we first met….”

Our hands had found one another with such ease, it was like breathing. I could feel the way my partner’s thumb danced over my own, grazing it affectionately. Our lips met next, reckless abandon being the order of the day. It felt right, there was no fear, no timid shyness, just pure affection and declarations of love.

Memories of moments like this nervously shared even behind closed doors flooded between us, colliding and remembering that these feelings were not something to be ashamed of or feared, but rather something to be cherished. There seemed little in this world that would have or could have stopped their embrace…that was until a distant sound came closer and closer. In the fog of their embrace, they were spared the jarring sight of jackbooted thugs running at them from both directions, batons raised and coming down in beating force. They would not know the taste of blood on their lips, and they would not know the terror of being pulled from another and stuffed into the backs of black cars.

Many people saw and many people did nothing…and that is just how the powers that be wanted it. To rule those in fear is so much easier than ruling those who are not afraid to raise their voices.

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Horror Writing Challenge~

Prompt: A girl wakes up to find a little boy sitting on his bed, claiming to be her younger brother — but she never had one.

The house was old, it made all kinds of sounds at night, in the dark. Emily had hated the house at first and pleaded with her parents to move back to the city. It was an adjustment, something she would get used to, at least that is what her parents kept telling her. They assumed it was trepidation that played into their young daughter’s anxiety. They had left behind most of what she knew, like her school and friends. They understood it was scary, but they promised that she would come to love their new home and the school that she’d be attending in the fall.

“It’s so boring here...there’s nothing for miles around. No parks, no children….how am I supposed to make any friends?”

For a child, Emily made a valid point. Their new home sat on a parcel of land that backed right up to thick and dense forestry. While Emily’s parents found the property to be relaxing and freeing from the hustles of city life, Emily hated it. The trees would groan when the wind blew and the call of wild creatures always came at night, slipping through the walls and making the hairs on Emily’s arm stand on end.

On this night, however, it was not the sound of the groaning trees or wild animals that woke Emily, it was the creaking of her mattress strings. Her bed was old and made from an ornate metal frame, so it was not immune to squeaking at the slightest shift of the young girl’s weight, but Emily knew this was different. Her mother had left the room an hour or so ago after reading from a collection of fairy tales, a favorite for Emily...and her father was away at work. So who was there? The cat was not so rotund that the bed would shift so much.

Tentatively, Emily opened her eyes and peeked out into the darkness. It took her eyes a couple of moments to adjust thanks to the fact that she was much too brave for a night light, at least that is what she told her parents. There at the foot of her bed, she could make out a shape. The more her eyes began to adjust, the more she was able to make out. It was a boy! A little boy dressed in striped pajamas and he even had hair as red as Emily’s own.

Sitting up in bed slowly, Emily rubbed her eyes simply to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. She was not immune to childish nightmares, after all, she still had her mother checking under the bed at night for monsters. This boy didn’t look like a monster, he was smiling and staring at Emily, his little legs kicking in the air. He seemed amused. Emily swallowed, her throat felt impossibly dry and her mouth simply hung open as she tried to find the right words to say, but the boy seemed to beat her to it.

“I thought you’d sleep forever, I was starting to get bored!”

He sounded a year younger than Emily, friendly and perhaps a little impatient. Emily didn’t seem to realize that she had her blankets gripped tightly in her hands, half lifted like some kind of shield. All she could do was stare at the boy until the obvious questions started to slip from her lips.

“How did you get inside...are you lost?”

A peal of impish laughter erupted from the boy, his little arms wrapping around his middle as he rocked back and forth, still so perfectly balanced there at the foot of the bed. The laughter lasted so long that Emily expected her mother to come bursting into the room, but she did not hear the tell-tale sound of footsteps in the hall.

“Lost, I’m not lost silly, this is my home isn’t it?”

This immediately surprised Emily as no one had lived in this house for years, at least that is what her parents had said. They’d done lots of renovations to the house to make it liveable again, the house was barely recognizable when compared to its old photos. Emily canted her head to the side as if trying to make sense of what the boy had said.

“This isn’t your home...this is my home, my parents and I live here.”

Silence fell upon the room, the peal of laughter ending without so much as a warning, but the smile remained on the boy’s face as he shook his head back and forth. For a child, he looked rather pensive. Old beyond his years. His impossibly bright eyes looked back to Emily, his words sounding so sure, so final.

“This is my home, you and your parents belong to me, you always wanted a sibling didn’t you Emily?”

Cold prickling shivers danced down Emily’s spine, her eyes never looking away from the boy as she lifted those blankets a little higher until she pulled them over her head and fell back down against the pillows. This had to be a bad dream, it wasn’t real...it couldn’t be.

“Don’t hide from me Emily, that’s rude.”

There was a darkness in the boy’s voice now, replacing the puckish lilt that had been there before. There was shifting on the bed, it felt heavier than before, the boy was moving it seemed. A tugging could be felt upon the blankets that Emily now held like a vice, trying to keep them in place. “I want to play! Play with me, Emily! I came from so far and waited so long!” The tugging grew violent, this was not the strength of a child but of something else and Emily refused to let go, her eyes screwed shut so tight she thought she might never open them again. When the tugging stopped, there was for the briefest of moments relaxation in Emily’s grip and that is when the blankets were pulled across with lightning speed from the bed and hurled across the room.

As Emily dared to open her eyes, wide with panic, she looked around the room, trying to see the boy. He was no longer at the foot of the bed and she could not immediately see him in what little light the moon offered through the window. Emily didn’t even dare to move from the bed, rather she brought her knees up to her chest and sat there, her arms hugging around her legs and simply waited. “Are you scared of me Emily?”

The question sounded like it was spoken right into her ear and it made Emily jump, scrambling to look around and suddenly taking up her pillow like it was some sword fit for slaying dragons. She still couldn’t see the boy, but Emily knew full well that he could likely see her.

“All I wanted was a family...a sister...why won’t you give me what I want?”

There was a sorrow in the voice that Emily couldn’t ignore, but she refused to answer. Moment after moment the silence grew heavy and painful, enough so that Emily finally brought herself look around, but no one was there. The house began to make its usual sounds and the trees outside groaned in the wind.

Tentatively, Emily made her way from the bed, she gathered up her blankets and returned to the bed to try and sleep. Much like before she pulled the blankets over her head in the hopes that they would keep her safe.

The rest of the night was filled with fitful and restless sleep, Emily found herself waking at every sound, but the boy didn’t make his return. Emily convinced herself that it had to have been a bad dream and nothing more. When sleep did finally take her, it was not long before the smell of frying bacon and sizzling hot cakes teased the girl from her slumber. It was a tradition on the weekends that Emily’s mother would make a big breakfast and they would spend the afternoon out of the house running errands.

Emily quickly got dressed, her pajamas haphazardly tossed into a hamper as she left her room and took the steps downstairs two at a time. She practically skidded around the corner into the kitchen, eager to find her place at the table.

“Good morning Emily.”

The sound of her mother’s voice was like a salve after such a horrid night. As the good morning started to form in Emily’s mouth, she swallowed it down, her eyes staring pointedly into the dining room. There at the table was the boy, sitting in those same striped pajamas and eating his fill on bacon and pancakes. He looked up from his meal and waved to Emily, who hadn’t dared to take a step closer. She felt a hand fall her back, urging her into the dining room. It was her mother, who seemed perfectly at ease and was carrying a plate in her other hand. “Come on Emily, you and your brother have a big day ahead….”

#horror #scary story #writing challenge #creative writing

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yearning for an ask

actually getting an ask

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Introducing - Hestia Tavish

Nestled amongst tall and twisting trees was a long carriage road. It made its way through a gently curving path that offered views of immaculately maintained grounds of brilliantly cut hedge figures and masterfully sculpted statues. When the path finally did open completely, it would be to reveal Tavish Manor. It was a wonder to behold, artistic in its design, sacred in its placement of rooms, and the air around the manor was eerily still. No sounds of birds or wildlife seemed to pollute the air. Gardens of seemingly endless flowers bloomed year-round, roses and many other blooms exploded in a rainbow of colors. To the outside world, it was a picturesque home. 

To Countess Hestia Tavish, it was a well-decorated cage. She had inherited so much when her father had died and sadly when her mother perished of delicate self-decoration with a blade. Fortune, land, and title all transferred to Hestia, the only child and sole heir. Really it was a guess that her father was dead, he’d simply vanished one day and perhaps that betrayal had been what drove her mother mad? Not that it really mattered, it was all Hestia’s and she had her own battles to deal with. 

Such wealth, power, and well...her mother had passed on her beauty as well...Hestia dealt with circling wolves from all corners of her day to day life. Suitors claiming protection and not a chain of servitude. The Crown even urged her to accept, some low toady urging caution in solitude. 

In fact, one such letter now lay burning in the fireplace, the sudden surge of fuel to the fire making the flames spark to life and illuminated the darkest corners in the study. Hestia sat upon her father’s desk, a glass of wine in one hand while the other rested upon the desk, fingers splayed and tapping to some unheard rhythm. 

Hestia Tavish took on certain traits from both her parents. Dark obsidian hair from her mother and father, unnaturally green eyes with flecks of gold from her father, and well...her full lips that ticked up into a less than amused smile had come solely from her mother. She wore, at the moment at least, a black gown that hugged her form in a way that no priest of the light would approve of. In the adjacent room was the sound of chamber music, a slow and grim waltz playing through the air. She entertained the nobles with their requests, every now and then it garnered her a month or so of peace before the next demands came in the form of tactfully written invitations. Pushing away from the desk she moved into the room, her face turning mask-like as she dawned a forced smile and played hostess. 

#new character #ongoing stories

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We’ve Seen You.

Hide...run away and hide. That was the only option that her dear brother could offer to them? Siida refused to believe that was the only choice. She had seen her students, her charges turned to little more than visceral wallpaper and those that remained were now likely enslaved or worse. 

It wouldn’t stand...it couldn’t stand. 

The Matron of The Nine refused to give up. She’d always been the voice of hope, but now it seemed she would have to wield both a salve for healing and a blade for vengeance. Having nearly lost all that she loved, the little flower was preparing to grow thorns. 

If Lazarius was not willing to stand and fight...Siida knew she had other realms to call upon...and at this moment, the cost of such help sounded reasonable. 

But...where to begin?

#ongoing stories #WoW RP character blogs

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"You said this'd be easy!" -Koltun

“You this would be easy!” 

Siida huffed as she reached up, pushing sweat-dampened bangs out of her face. The little flower looked wilted, dressed in more practical clothing and holding a practice weapon a little too loosely in her grip. Small red welts dotted her arms and likely other places. Koltun had promised to teach her non-magical means of defense. It took all of a moment for Siida to suddenly realize however, all be it too late, that it was not her ease that Koltun had been referencing. 

“You meant it would be easy for you! Koltun you meanie!” Siida would charge in a flurry of attacks, none of them graceful and really...though it was made to appear vicious...it was just Siida after all.  (( Thank you for the prompt @waroftwowolves <3 ))

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Me VS My Brain

Me: "Really? You're going to do this now when I have to go spend all day at work?"

My Brain: -creating new OCs with fun and different concepts-

Me: "Please, just give me a break, it's crowded in my head as it is."

My Brain: -gives me the middle finger-

Me: "Touche."

#Ooc frustration #Don't wanna #Mondays #Creative writing problems

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Tumblr RP~

Want to learn a little more about Siida? Do you enjoy rping with rays of sunshine that cast a long shadow? Come RP with me~ 

#tumblr roleplay #WoW RP character blogs

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"Shall I snap my own neck now or later?"

“Shall I snap my own neck now or later?” Siida looked across the room, her gaze was smoldering as she stomped her foot so hard it might have made the estate tremble like the old ones themselves had come to visit.  “This isn’t fair and you know it! I should be allowed to make up my own mind and you have to learn to let me go in one way or another!” Her arms went up in the air, frustration dripping off the little flower, it was strange to see her so irate.  “I don’t care what you say, I’m going to do what I want, what will make me happy!”

(( Thank you @pyravari-kashebahl for the prompt <3))

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Annoyed/Frustrated Sentence Starters

"This is getting ridiculous."

"'Bleh bleh bleh, I'm very important, do what I tell you'. Bitch."

"If you're so good why don't you do it?"

"Stop. Just, fucking stop."

"What did I just tell you?"

"Do you even listen to me?!"

"What the hell did you even do?"

"A monkey could've done a better job."

"Are you done giving me lip?"

"Why." Slam! "Won't." Slam! "You." Slam! "WORK!"

"Hurry up, I'm not getting any younger."

"I gave you one, ONE, job."

"Oh for fucks' sake!"

"Did you even follow the instructions?!"

"I followed the damn instructions!"

"What did you do now?"

"Wonderful. Just great."

"Shall I snap my own neck now or later?"

"You. Are completely useless."

"I can't get it to fucking work!"

"I've tried everything and still!"

"You said you had my back, but as SOON as I have it turned, you've fucked off to who knows where!"

"This? This is shit. Utter nonsense."

"You said you could handle it!"

"I'm THIS close to cutting you loose."

"Why do I even keep you around if you only just disappoint me?"

"A corpse would be better use than you at this rate."

"You said this'd be easy!"

"I told you I couldn't do it!"

😡+ add your own!

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Tell me about her birthplace! Her biggest fear! Deepest regret! Most shameful desire!

Oh, a few of these have a double answer, so this will be fun! Birth Place: Siida was the victim of memory manipulation and given a false life to better cope with the horrors of the attacks upon the Sin’Dorei by the Scourge. For a long time, she believed herself to be a part of the Floralis house, deep within the Eversong Woods. False memories of playing amongst the trees and being the only child of a very doting family. In truth, she was born Siida Ray Kash’ebahl and had a very loving family, many siblings, and was very much the ray of sunshine amongst her family. She often wandered through flower fields and made little flower crowns. She’s still learning about where she grew up.  Biggest Fear: Letting down her family. Siida feels very much like the odd one out at most times and worries that her gentle nature will bring about the downfall of her family. She doesn’t wish to lose them again but questions her ability to act when the time comes and she is the only one to defend the ones she cares for.  Deepest Regret: Letting her temper get the better of her at times, which has very unfriendly and unpleasant outcomes. She’s killed and it’s something that haunts her.  Most Shame Desire: It’s not really shameful in the classical sense, but she wants love and someone to care for, it’s a desire she can’t shake.  (( Thank you @nicks-rp-musings for the ask <3 ))

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Character AMA!

I’m bored and have some time on my hands, ask me anything you’d like about little Miss Siida. I’ll be happy to answer your questions. 

#character AMA #wow character

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Centaur (kekeke Have fun!)- Koltun!

In an alternate universe, far far away, tucked away in a glade of lovely flowers and endless weeping willows is a place where a mythical creature calls home. A protector of the sacred ground, skilled with a bow and diplomacy is Siida, a centaur, the color of alabaster, a speckling of ink like droplets along her back. Standing taller than most she can be intimidating, but the protector of this place prefers mediation to violence and will use her bow only as a last resort. 

((Thanks @thebladeitself for the ask <3 ))

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OH Please! I want to see what Siida would be like as some of these. 

Word Prompts: AU Edition

Send in a word, and I will draw or write a drabble about my muse relating to that word. (Please specify muses/characters when needed. Note: some prompts may have overlaps and similarities).

Mermaid

Pirate/naval officer

Vampire

Werewolf

Centaur

Farmer

Socialite

Businessperson

Singer/band member

Shop-owner

Barista

Florist

Assassin

Special agent

Superhero/villain

Witch/wizard, Harry Potter style

Witch/wizard/mage, traditional style

Pokemon trainer

Mad scientist

Space explorer

Alien

Star Wars universe character

Royalty

College student

Ball attendant

Monster hunter

God/goddess/deity

Demon/devil

Dragon

Explorer

Jester/clown

Elemental powers

Doctor/Ph.D

Shapeshifter

Winged

Free space! Send "AU"+ the word of your choice

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Kiss (MARSEILLE LOL)

((You live to wound my soul, Sir!)) The world stopped, everything else no longer mattered. For that brief moment, Siida felt Marseille's lips against her own. It was a gentle kiss, but there was so much emotion behind the gesture that Siida found herself blushing as deep and bright as a rose. Bright eyes opened slowly to stare up at Marseille, hopeful disbelief showing upon her face as she hesitantly returned the kiss, any trepidation quickly falling away and giving way to earnest desire. As long as her brother never found out, this would be a moment that Siida holds close to her heart forever.  ((Thanks for the ask @the-house-of-the-nine <3))

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Relax

Relax... It was a word that Siida knew all too well. The youngest of the Kashe’bahl siblings was honestly the most well versed in this matter. She often found herself taking walks in the Eversong wood, sitting near the springs and babbling brooks, sometimes giddily dipping her feet with the crystalline water.  It is not uncommon to find Siida by these pools of water, a book in hand and a cup of tea at her side.  ((Thank you @raven-ooc for the ask <3))