Nell ♡

Just a baker in a small, eerie town; producing tasteful treats to sweeten the hearts of all Starlight Valley's population. They claim that her cherry pies are, "To die for".

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clementinethecrimson:

Her smile was ALMOST sweet, and for once entirely non-enforced. It was nice to be able to take a small break, and this particular shop wasn’t any bad. Her elbows rested on the counter, leaning her back down in the most AWFUL posture one can manage. ❝ Pie ?? ❞ Wrath asks.  ❝ I’ve never had… it in a while. ❞ It seemed to be a common enough dish, and saying she hadn’t ever had it might blow the small cover she’s playing ― for the entirety of the time she’s in the bakery, she’s decide to no longer be Wrath the demon but instead CLEMENTINE ACKER the human, a bottle of sunshine who spent her life teaching children how to tell shapes apart. ( Damn, did Wrath hate the bitch, god rest her soul. ) ❝ Oh, no, I’d never flirt with you. It’s up to you whether or not I get spit in my CHERRY PIE, so it’d be best not do to do anything to get on your bad. ❞

“Well-- oh.” Clearing her throat, Eleanor swallowed back dryly, and turned away to hide her embarrassment. Never? That off-putting to behold, huh? the petite brunette pondered as she reached to quickly brush deep strands of hazel behind the curve of her small ears. Not once before had she received such a crass response to her lighthearted teasing. The retaliation had forced her stomach to churn uncomfortably and the shells of her ears to turn a deep red; how bothersome.

Bashful and off-put by the woman’s insulting drawl, Eleanor was unsure if dolling out pie for her to salivate on was beneath her. After all, the Black family didn’t cater to the rude and boorish. That was, unless the one in question was willing to change their ways. The world had too much evil in it already; there simply wasn’t room enough for others to act brash and uncultured, as if they’d never been in public to know what civilized looked like. And bearing the insult of having somebody ruin perfectly good pie for the sake of an unwarranted jest wasn’t worth the pain. So, fixing herself and doing her best to force back the blood which had rushed taint her cheeks, Eleanor turned with determination towards the other. “I don’t know why you’re being so,” she swallowed back a curse, “vulgar when I’ve done nothing to insult you.” With her palms placed against the countertop, she leaned forward, as if making a point. Despite seeming altogether innocent, Eleanor wouldn’t let her work be ridiculed by such an uncouth person. “But I refuse to sell to somebody who’s going to threaten my work. Money really isn’t that important,” she finished with a raised brow expression that clearly read her discontent.

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strippedgold:

nimble hands worked to comb the stray strand of raven hair that fell into her line of sight, only now looking up bashfully at the S U N N Y brunette behind the counter. yes, she had kinda been flirting, though she had hardly noticed it herself.  ❛ both, i guess. i’ll take that slice of cherry pie, it sounds DELICIOUS. ❜ handing her card over to the woman, esme shot her an intrigued grin, pearly whites included. ❛ so, what inspired you to open up a bakery ? it’s certainly had an impact on my daily walks to and from work. ❜

“Mmhm,” Eleanor responded warmly, raising a brow as she snagged at her lip and turned to fetch her customer their desert. “Well, I’ve always had a particular knack for cooking,” she mused as pale hands worked to slice an adequate piece for the other woman. The delicate aroma of freshly baked cherries filled her senses as she cut, coaxing a fluid smile to form upon fair lips. Around this time of year, the berries were at their most supple. Bursting with sweet, deep, organic juices, the taste was enough to convince any clienteles that her shop was a necessity in Starlight Valley. Having just opened, the establishment had been terribly slow, but if enough people were willing to try what she had to offer, her bakery would become a central gem to the small, unique town; or at least, she hoped.

“When my parents passed, they left me with a small fortune that was only to be used when I came of age. So, on my eighteenth birthday I decided, since there’s nothing lovelier than giving sweets to people, and since I’d been blessed with a particular skill, that I’d start my own business here, making pastries and tea for the happy people of this town. And,” she added, “I decided to use the rest for college courses.” Pushing a to-go box, across the counter, Eleanor offered the other a smile, bright with sincerity and cleared her throat. “I’m just hoping that eventually, things get a little busier around here, you know?” Taking the other’s card, Eleanor swiped it through her cash register and sat in wait for the receipt.

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blckvvidcw:

                THE PINK HAIRED MAN STARED for what seemed to be a decade over all of those sweets. minsuh was known for being indecisive, so walking in a bakery was like walking into a mall for a woman. opening his mouth to ask what would the baked recommend, he didn’t have to talk, because it seemed like the girl in front of him was ready to help him already. minsuh giggle, wondering if she had smoked something before or she was naturally that giggly and cute. ❝ no, no. i definitely want to buy something, ❞ he laughed under his breath, shaking his head with an amused expression on his face. ❝ and i can totally flirt with you, but i’m gay, so— ❞

Hazel eyes widened gleefully at his admittance to looking to buy. Another customer; and it wasn’t even afternoon yet. “Well of course, being gay doesn’t mean you can’t flirt with girls,” she cooed gently and fixated her gaze onto him. “Personally, I prefer pretty women, but that doesn’t keep me from feeding people compliments when I see fit.” Nodding slightly, as if confirming her own statement, Eleanor looked to be in a daze, her eyes staring, but unseeing as she briefly turned to an empty corner of the shop; lost in her own world for a moment’s time. Her grandparents had always told her she was terribly air-headed girl. “But, nonetheless,” the brunette began slowly, “I’m grateful that you’ve stopped by this morning. We have all kinds of pies, cakes and other pastries that are just to die for. Good coffee too!” she added brightly, eyes alight as she returned from her momentary absence.

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kelsonspride:

The demon looked at the other woman at her question. Right, human. That was her immediate thought. She didn’t knew what to say to explain her words, at first, but she quickly had an idea and shook her head slowly. “Theater. I’m trying to stay in character. She’s a time traveler. So yeah, this century.” She shook her head slightly.

“Oh, how exciting, and the name of the play?” Clapping her hands together, Eleanor beamed at the other woman, hazel orbs alight with excitement. Intrigued by the notion of knowing an actress, the petite brunette deduced that investigating further was imperative. “Do you act for a living then? Or is it something you do as an artistic outlet?” Cocking her head in question, the smaller girl shifted with slight hesitation, wondering if she should follow the other, should she they turn away.

‘You’ll never expand your knowledge if you don’t press to meet new people, Eleanor,’ she earnestly reminded herself. ‘The key to innovation is broadening one’s horizons.’

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ooc: thoughts on plots I’d love for Eleanor Black

Somebody who’s rebellious and who’s obviously struggling to come into her life so that she can play her “I’ll take care of you” role. Eleanor falls easily for people she thinks she can “help”. It would be wonderful for her to have romantic interest in somebody who’s really drawn to her, but doesn’t want to be, you know? So the opposing character is trying to fight their feelings, while Eleanor presses to bring those feelings to light. 

Also in need of friendship plots. Eleanor has been in Starlight Valley since she was young (raised by her grandparents), so I’m sure she’d be relatively well known and liked around the town.

Oh, and I’d also really like a plot with somebody who’s outwardly sweet on her. Somebody who’s really drawn to her for her optimism and “can do” attitude. Somebody who wants to surround themselves with her and impress her. Somebody who believes in her ideals and shares a similar outlook. 

It would also be fun to have a plot where a more “evil” character moves in to tempt my darling with their “racy lifestyle”.

Hit me up to plot and also, if you have any ideas on things you’d like to try, I’m more than willing to listen!!!!

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ofwright:

he was leaning up against the shop wall, trying to decide if the sweets were worth splurging on. he chewed on his lip, something he tended to do while he was thinking. he bit hard enough to taste blood when he heard eleanor’s voice, not hearing her approach. shit, that hurt. he tried to play it off like his lip wasn’t swollen, flashing her a timid smile. ‘ oh, no. ’ he said quickly, shaking his head. ‘ i don’t… ’ flirt. he didn’t know why she assumed that, but he hoped she believed that it wasn’t his intention. ‘ pie ?  how much does it cost ?  ’ changing the subject was his safest bet.

A soft smile graced the brunette’s lips as she watched the other grapple for a response. Had she made him uncomfortable with the playful tease? Surely, he hadn’t taken it to heart. “You don’t--?” Eleanor questioned slowly. “You don’t what?”

Brushing sticky palms off against her flour coated apron, the girl raised a brow and sighed. “I was only playing, you know? You’d just been standing there for so long in contemplation, I thought perhaps you just needed a push.” Waving her offhandedly, Eleanor looked to meet his gaze, hoping he’d find sincerity in her eyes. “No need to get flustered, darling,” she finished gently.

“Well, the pie is three-dollars.” Turning, the brunette moved towards the cooler to pull out the plate of cherry-pie. There were two slices left. “And if you’re going to buy, I’ll even warm it up and throw on some ice cream, whipped topping too, if you’d like?

[hunterlivelyatkins-blog]

“I just said to this woman to go faster and she kicked me out of the restaurant.” Kelsey growled. “How can someone even kick me out? It’s a freaking crime.” She sighed, not used to that at all. “I hate this century.” The demon whispered, a sigh of despair getting out of her mouth.

[nelliemynell-blog]

Having noticed a slight commotion coming from one of the town’s restaurants, Eleanor made her way from across the street to investigate. Hoping that nobody was drunk or hurt (though she’d do her best to fix that), the petite brunette was relieved to find that the perpetrator was just another woman; and to her relief, she didn’t seem too tipsy or even dysfunctional in the least. “This century?” she questioned, nearing the other just to make sure that she was okay. “Have you been living in a fantasy world alongside King Arthur up until this point?” she teased and smiled admiringly at the other.

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princemalphas:

malphas grinned at the baker, placing a hand on the counter between them to casually lean over. ❝ i did actually come to buy a slice of cake. ❞ she didn’t. ❝ i’d just like your number with it, that’s all. i can’t just pass up a chance to flirt with the prettiest baker in town. ❞

the demon leaned back again, a smirk tugging at the corner of one of her lips and looked at the displayed cakes. ❝ i think i’ll trust your recommendation and take a slice of that cherry cake. ❞ malphas flicked her dark green eyes up at the baker, wearing a wicked smile. ❝ looks delicious. ❞

Pursing her lips and rolling eyes of hazel over the features of the woman standing opposite, Eleanor couldn’t help the light flush which moved to darken the subtle rise of her soft cheeks. “Both are excellent choices,” she offered smoothly, adverting her gaze only long enough to tear a bit of receipt paper from its holster. “Honestly, I can’t say that I’ve ever met somebody with such a blistering bravado as you. That in itself is deserving of such a treasure,” she teased,obviously quite sarcastic, “as this.” Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Eleanor quickly scrawled her number down; making sure to add, ‘Nell’s # don’t forget to call’, after the last digit. Pushing it across the small counter space, Eleanor offered her most honest smile before turning to fetch the woman her pie. Truly, nobody could resist the sweet temptation of cherry pie; and especially around this time of the year, the berries were of particularly divine. Fat and ripe, the mere pressure of one’s fingers was enough force to break the fruit, spilling the deep, red juices beneath the skins thin surface upon the bellies of hands,staining them for days after.

“Oh, would you like that for here, or to go?” the brunette asked as she bent to pull the platefrom the fridge. Still three slices left? It was a slow day.

[nelliemynell-blog]

“Well,” Eleanor began slowly, wiping sugar coated palms against the front of her apron; a futile attempt at warding away the stickiness. “You could always choose to get a slice of cherry pie, which comes highly recommended by yours truly,” the brunette giggled lightly, feeling bashful in her euphoric stupor. Truly, she shouldn’t have taken that smoke break. It only worsened her well-known habit of conversing with customers. “Or have you only stopped by to flirt without intent to buy?” she teased, smiling fluidly at the other.

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      apollo had been sitting at the local cafe, their fifth chai latte steaming next to them with crumpled papers framing the cup. hands ruffled through messed hair, as the pen glided across bleached papers in a rush. “ i’m just SO stuck,” the brunette began, not directing the words at someone in particular. “ you see, i got fired from my job last week. it’s like, they told me that i kept breaking too many plates. but maybe GRAVITY shouldn’t try to steal the plates from my hands, HUH? like c’mon, i was a great waiter. i have this KILLER smile. it’s glistening. i didn’t spend $20 on whitening strips for nothing!!  ANYWAY, i’m reworking on my resume right now because people kept rejecting me. BUT listen, this resume is GOLD. like in the summary statement, i said that i’m a sagittarius looking for someone to play some dungeons&dragons campaigns with me or binge watch lord of the rings. people with onesies get extra brownie points with me. and then in special talents, i put sleeping for 22 hours, reciting star wars monologues, using chopsticks, and giving great conspiracy theories. i just don’t know where it went wrong. ” 

[nelliemynell-blog]

“Perhaps you pressed the nerdiness a bit too far?” Eleanor gently teased as she moved to slide fluidly into a chair across from the ranting boy. “Maybe a little less D&D, and Lord of the Rings would have saved your job, yeah? Your boss could be prejudice against people with good taste?” Raising a brow, she added, “Ever thought about that?” Taking a small sip off her steaming mug, the brunette shifted a bit, trying to get as comfortable as she could in such a rigid chair. “But hey, if you’re feeling bad, we could always go to the bakery and grab some pie? Maybe some chamomile tea with a little honey? And then, if you’d like, I could play Dungeons and Dragons with you, and I will gladly, rewatch Lord of the Rings for the millionth time.” Giggling softly, the girl raised a brow in question, her lips twitching as she grinned, anticipating his response. Honestly, she was probably a bigger nerd than he was.

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