Faith

Whaleyyyy, what kind of question is thissss 😭

Jk jkkkk, I’m just not sure off the top of my head how to answer this 😂😂

I feel like most of my WIPs start off with a tiny little snowflake of a plot until I snowball it into a full-fledged plot/story idea. But from that little bit of a plot bunny, I always start with the characters before I touch t…[Read more]

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Lucille

“I… might know what a peasant is, and that’s me too.” She waved her hand over a door to make a peephole appear and looked inside. “There’s nothin to make me matter more… except being young. We’re equals, hm? Can’t use the whole key; you’re s’posed to benefit from half.”

Before Gabriel could interject, Lucy pointedly dropped to…[Read more]

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Headmaster Howell!

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Lucille

Gabriel was in many ways a stranger. He came from someplace else, his life was entirely different, and it was impossible to predict his thoughts. But he had fought a monstrous dog and birds, run through thorns, and never once complained or left Lucy for good.

Lucy glanced at the letterbox once more. She imagined in a way she often…[Read more]

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Lucille

Lucy took the key, wrapping her hand into a fist. Everything felt so slow and so fast at once. “What about you?”

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Oh and I want to validate that it might not just be a habit problem, and you shouldn’t feel guilty for not eating food in a disciplined schedule, especially if you have a physical condition. Sometimes other health factors affect eating more than we think. I had at least one condition to tackle before my eating got better.

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Lucille
Lucy stopped to look at Gabriel breathlessly. A cluster of emotions throttled her head, mostly fear. Urgency.

Her hope spiked when the footsteps grew louder, and hair rose up her neck when the light in the slot flickered to black.

“I…” She found herself staring at the key in Gabriel’s hand.

I have half a role play typed out with just [insert name] in the middle of it for him.

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Forgetting that food exists every day is such a mood, lol. I’ve had similar problems, though not to that extent. I can be weirdly picky, and sometimes the idea of food makes me nauseous despite not having eaten for a full day. I recently got tired of a meal that was my safe food for about three years (grilled cheese and ham sandwiches), and…[Read more]

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Ooohhhh it’s been so long since I read that! And I only read the first one. But now that you say it, yes, this is totally that.

This door idea is cool. It’s reminding me of the 100 Cupboards series

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That’s alright

Lucille

“It looked real to me,” Lucy argued.

Her attention was taken by a more typical door she would have seen in her city, in one of the courtyards. The door had a letterbox. Through a crack, warm light glowed, and a faint unidentifiable sound crackled from within.

Lucy pushed the slot open by sticking her fingers…[Read more]

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(much better than my randomness lol)

The randomness worked well for the setting and gave me ideas 😛

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Lucille

Lucy ran up next to him. “Let me see – come on.”

The peephole was too high for her, and Gabriel had to help her up.

She peeked through the hole. The sight of a warm, stone room greeted her eye. An old man sat on a chair, rocked back and resting, a book’s pages turning in the air of their own accord.

“You can go home,” she whispered.

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I literally forget that food exists sometimes until my stomach starts hurting badly.

You might not find my advice useful, especially because you have a physical condition I don’t. I don’t presume to know how many physical vs. mental blocks you’re facing.

But I’ve been actively working on this problem myself. So maybe what I’ve been doing…[Read more]

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Lucille

Gabriel opened the door and they slipped into an open, circular room. A room filled with doors.

The doors surrounded Gabriel and Lucy. Tall, stove-sized, ash-white wood, paneled peeling rust – decorated with ornate arches, they encircled the room together. Lucy recognized most of the materials, even if some designs confused her.…[Read more]

How’s everyone doing? :]

@ellette-giselle Also I love your signature lol

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Dante

“A wheelchair.”

He pointed with his free hand. There was one parked next to side entrance of the building. “You do know what those are, right?”