Mr Mellark

Nicholas Leviathan Mellark. Baker. Father. "I'll keep an eye on the little girl. Make sure she's eating." -Indie THG RP- -Please read my rules and/or verses before interacting- -I own none of the pictures/gifs- -Tracking: bakerwithregrets- -Muse is 40, mun is 18 + -

[stuffrpstuff]

Random Starters

"Don’t pretend that I didn’t matter to you!" "Why do you care?" "You’re the one who left!" "Believe what you want." "You’re wrong." "You think you know everything about me, but you don’t." "I found this last night. Is it yours?" "I’m guilty." "How could you do that?" "Holy shit!" "If you ever loved me you’d let me go." "Love you? How could I ever love you? You’re broken and I’m not going to try and fix that." "Shut up!" "But you promised." "I’m going to just… leave then."

[hanukkah-hotties]

[bakerwith-regrets]

Open Starter

”— that’s just stupid.”

[tinyblondedetective]

"What’s stupid?"

[bakerwith-regrets]

''Excuse me -- I was just thinking out loud.''

[bakerwith-regrets]

Open Starter

[bakerwith-regrets]

”Good.”

”— How’re you doing? I haven’t seen you a lot lately.”

[burntbreadpeeta]

"Uhh I’m doing pretty good, got my own place and stuff now with someone. I’ve been practicing my painting and selling them."

[bakerwith-regrets]

''Great to hear!''

''--Painting, huh? Obviously something you got from your mother.''

[bakerwith-regrets]

Miner versus baker (woodsandmines + bakerwith-regrets)

{            A shiver was felt on his back as soon as the baker had closed the door, caused by the freezing morning air. Snow was falling from the grey sky, creating a soft yet cold layer on the grass in the backyard. Nicholas slipped when he stepped on the stones, covered with ice, but quickly stood back on his feet. A cough left his mouth. According to him, nothing was worse than a cold winter day. Cold made no sense: it didn’t help baking bread nor cookies. Warmth did. The dancing flames in the ovens of the bakery were the most useful colleagues he’d ever seen - though he wouldn’t miss them if they were gone for some seconds. Minutes wouldn’t matter as well. Hours, if it was to him to decide his pauses during work. Accompanied with a mix of smells - mostly bread, apple pie and his dads cigarettes - these were the main things Nicolas’ senses absorbed, explaining why he wouldn’t matter to be outside, even if it wasn’t summer yet.

Nicholas left the garden and walked through the streets of district twelve, hiding his hands in the pockets of his jacket to prevent them from freezing. Without realizing, he made his way to the pharmacy and stared through one of the windows, hiding behind a couple of dirty pink curtains. A soft grin graced his lips when he noticed some blond curls, attached to the head of a beautiful young woman, helping her old father with arranging a couple of bottles - medicines, Nicholas guessed. Before he had the chance to walk inside, the familiar sound of rustling snow popped up behind him. As soon as he had realized the sound was caused by two feet, Nicholas turned around. His eyes narrowed as soon as he recognized the guy in front of him. Brown hair, grey eyes. Nicholas hesitated to walk away before his mouth opened to say something.         }

                                                ''What brings you so far away from the Seam, Everdeen?”

[darling-we-will-go-far]

[askelenamgilbert]

when you want to rp with someone but you feel like you're just bothering them.

[bakerwith-regrets]

Open Starter

”— that’s just stupid.”

[whiskeymitch-archive]

"I didn’t ask if it was stupid!" The drunk snapped, then forced himself to calm a little. How could he expect help from the baker if he wasn’t at least trying to be nice about it? "I asked if it was possible. Can you hide liquor in cookies or not?

[bakerwith-regrets]

“So you’re actually serious?” Nicholas asked, blinking a few times before answering the question. “Well.. if I mix liquor with cookie dough it will turn out to be a huge mess. Though I might be able to hide a bottle in a loaf of bread… but it’s still a ridiculous idea, Haymitch,” he muttered, trying not to smirk.

[bearsandfire-blog]

// Just a test! Reblog it if my muse can jump in your askbox without annoying the mun!

[floristh]

ANONYMOUSLY (OR NOT) TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

[bakerwith-regrets]

Open Starter

''-- that's just stupid.''

[bakerwith-regrets]

Open Starter

[bakerwith-regrets]

 { He grabbed a letter from the dirty ground and handed it to Peeta. }

                        “There’s some dirt on it, I hope it wasn’t important, son.”

[burntbreadpeeta]

Peeta took the letter, reading over it quickly.  “Its uh fine, dad.”

[bakerwith-regrets]

''Good.''

''-- How're you doing? I haven't seen you a lot lately.''

[bakerwith-regrets]

Interviews (effie-the-capitol-escort + bakerwith-regrets)

{      Bam. Nicholas' fingers knead the dough repeatedly while he occasionally threw it on the wooden table to lose his frustration. He gritted his teeth as the voice of Claudius Templesmith announced some kind of feast for the tributes. His eyes stared at the small tv screen in the corner of the bakery, wishing he could turn it off. Unfortunately, everyone in Panem was forced to watch the Games. Nicholas knew that throwing the television against the wall wouldn't help his son coming back neither. All he could do was hoping, and sending as much money as he could to sponsor his boy.

His thoughts slipped away when he heard the ringing of the bell, warning a customer walked into the bakery. Nicholas dropped the dough once again on the table before sneaking to the front of the building.    }

                                                                      ''I'm sorry, the bakery is clos..-''

{        He stopped talking as soon as he noticed two cameras - he first thought they were huge wasps - a microphone and some weird-looking people with bright coloured wigs and unusual clothes.    }

[bakerwith-regrets]

Open Starter

”—You dropped something.”

[burntbreadpeeta]

"I did? What was it?"

[bakerwith-regrets]

 { He grabbed a letter from the dirty ground and handed it to Peeta. }

                        "There's some dirt on it, I hope it wasn't important, son.''

[woodsandmines-deactivated201404]

bakerwith-regrets reblogged your post and added:

There’s a mama mellark too! heartofxice

guisee the gang is complete.

[bakerwith-regrets]

We still need a mr Undersee!

[therobotichero-deactivated20140]

"...Has passed away." Add a character and see how my muse reacts!

[gammaslamma]

Send my muse one of the following

[bakerwith-regrets]

"Who did this to you?" "I’m ashamed of you." "I hate you." "You disgust me." "I love you." "Don’t go, please!" "Just leave already." "I don’t care about you." "I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many dogs at once…" "I don’t love you." "I lied." "You’re pathetic."  "You need to sleep sometime."  "Come on, just hit me!"  "Leave me alone!" "Don’t touch me." "I wish I’d never met you." "You’re adorable." "Do you have a cuddle buddy yet?" "Mind if I sleep here tonight?" "You’re beautiful."