u/Particular-Web-9852

I am 18+ and require all participants to be 18+

{discord only, third person} { the plot: my character is a humble baker in a port town set during the Old English era. Your character is a pirate who gets injured/ separated and ends up taking the baker hostage to seek refuge }

“Hmmm. Two cups of flour? Well that seems a bit much.” The woman mumbled quietly to herself as she used a scoop to dig out a portion of the flour from its sack. The amount was added to the mixture with a faint cloud of dust rising around her, bringing out an obnoxious sneeze. The noise broke through the early morning air that was still darker than day. This was how she started every morning, rising before most even stirred. It was a benefit to living alone with her living quarters just up the stairs from her business. And a proud business it was.

Seraphina Calhoun had taken over the bakery after her mother passed but it was an easy transition considering she was born and raised within those walls. Recipes for various breads, pastries, and even teas were ingrained into her skull and as familiar as the back of her hand. She learned to count by measuring cups, learned to read through scribbles of concoctions. The Calhoun legacy lived on through the city with enough respect to disregard the fact that she had been born a bastard and now that she was an established business woman on her own she was more so looked at as potential. It certainly helped that she made the most delicious artisanal breads that were sought after by residents all over town, even from farmers outside the city limits. And that she was a single woman at the fresh age for marrying.

All of this helped fueled the young woman’s desire to always be seeking new ways to uphold the bakery and her own reputation. Currently as she stood in the hearth floor kitchen, the flicker of flames from the stone oven flashed along as the only light to illuminate the concentrated look upon her face. Blonde hair curled into loose tendrils from the heat of the space that also caused a thin layer of sweat to bead along her hairline. Doe brown eyes squinted with speculation with one brow raised as she second guessed her latest experiment when suddenly an unfamiliar sound snapped the baker out of her element.

Head whipped up to instantly land upon the window then to the slightly opened back door. She liked to keep it ajar to release some of the heat that would build during baking. It only led to the quaint back yard and well that was fenced off from neighbors so she never truly worried. But now? Another snap of a noise had the hair standing along the back of her neck and entire body froze. “Hhh…hello?”

I am 18+ and require all participants to be 18+

{discord only, third person} { the plot: my character is a humble baker in a port town set during the Old English era. Your character is a pirate who gets injured/ separated and ends up taking the baker hostage to seek refuge }

“Hmmm. Two cups of flour? Well that seems a bit much.” The woman mumbled quietly to herself as she used a scoop to dig out a portion of the flour from its sack. The amount was added to the mixture with a faint cloud of dust rising around her, bringing out an obnoxious sneeze. The noise broke through the early morning air that was still darker than day. This was how she started every morning, rising before most even stirred. It was a benefit to living alone with her living quarters just up the stairs from her business. And a proud business it was.

Seraphina Calhoun had taken over the bakery after her mother passed but it was an easy transition considering she was born and raised within those walls. Recipes for various breads, pastries, and even teas were ingrained into her skull and as familiar as the back of her hand. She learned to count by measuring cups, learned to read through scribbles of concoctions. The Calhoun legacy lived on through the city with enough respect to disregard the fact that she had been born a bastard and now that she was an established business woman on her own she was more so looked at as potential. It certainly helped that she made the most delicious artisanal breads that were sought after by residents all over town, even from farmers outside the city limits. And that she was a single woman at the fresh age for marrying.

All of this helped fueled the young woman’s desire to always be seeking new ways to uphold the bakery and her own reputation. Currently as she stood in the hearth floor kitchen, the flicker of flames from the stone oven flashed along as the only light to illuminate the concentrated look upon her face. Blonde hair curled into loose tendrils from the heat of the space that also caused a thin layer of sweat to bead along her hairline. Doe brown eyes squinted with speculation with one brow raised as she second guessed her latest experiment when suddenly an unfamiliar sound snapped the baker out of her element.

Head whipped up to instantly land upon the window then to the slightly opened back door. She liked to keep it ajar to release some of the heat that would build during baking. It only led to the quaint back yard and well that was fenced off from neighbors so she never truly worried. But now? Another snap of a noise had the hair standing along the back of her neck and entire body froze. “Hhh…hello?”