Folith-Feolin

@koshka

That is perhaps the most iconic side character focused entry I have seen in a roleplay. That was needed. I appreciate your thoughtful addition.

@loopylin

From: Flax, 21st Palace avenue Guest unit #5

To: Brea

Hi Brea, I’m most sorry for my late reply, I considered sending this letter and changed my mind many times as I wasn’t sure you wanted one in the first place. Well, I’ve always wanted a penpal so at most maybe this can make your brother pleased. Feel free to let me know if you…[Read more]

@rae

Hmm. That is an interesting method. Does actually sound better than what I’m used to.

@theducktator

Wait, you too? Do you mean like a kind of cranberry jelly salad?

To my fellow roleplayers, I am sick today and need a break from KP. Will update some threads when I feel better!

XD

Sorry…

Ooof. I have way too many MCs. I’ll just pick my more current WIPs and forget about the back burners.

From Gold Eyes: The Wolves’ Tale I originally wrote Zlati and Vulka because I wanted to have twin characters who were copy-paste nor polar opposites–in other words, normal fraternal twins with full personalities and real twin dynamics (later in…[Read more]

Also…

I’m glad you people like cranberry sauce. It’s fun to make.

Still don’t get why people eat it though. And on turkey no less. *gags*

@theducktator

I don’t want him permanently dead. 🙁

*Chokes on tea*

@rae

Lucille

Lucy did not run without the Protector. She grabbed his arm and yanked him forward, pointing. “No – Th-that way!”

The tower had an opening at the base – a scuffed metal lid. She hadn’t noticed it before and now it was far from them both. But the crows’ shadows grew around them and the Protector surely couldn’t fight them off. He…[Read more]

I have never felt so called out

@rae

It’s painful to read, but thanks I guess.

It’s not painful to read. You describe things clearly, there are varied sentence lengths, and you suggest emotion at sprinkled points through the sections. You also don’t harp on descriptions, which is something I struggle with.

*Whispers into the void*

But when Tomorrow came, no posting was somethinged…

*back door creaks open*

So, I’m not joining back in, but I am avidly stalking, and the Seven Minutes phrase sparked this scene to mind (don’t know how) so you can blame that for this weirdness. Enjoy.

LeQroi

Seven minutes until dinner. The Master chef stood in the center of the kitchen, white leather boots glued in place. Literally. His glare…[Read more]

@rae

Aw man… If it’s any consolation to you, I enjoy reading your rps! You’re doing a great job and if you’re frustrated with something, whatever it is, usually that means you’re getting better.

Lucille

Lucy tumbled over the crow’s back and landed on the ground. The crow’s focus shifted and it instantly chose to stride toward her.

There w…[Read more]

@keilah-h

**SPOILER DISCUSSED THROUGHOUT POST**

Hmm…I guess they could do what the book does with that spot pic of the First Well at the end. As if they’re saying “see, they found the well. Everything is going to be okay.” And then have Andrew Peterson come on and explain a bit. Or just end it with a couple flashbacks and have Janner’s Lay…[Read more]

@savannah_grace2009

Oh sister…

God is so good.

I’ll keep y’all in prayer.

@savannah_grace2009

It’s beautiful to hear how you’ve found joy, Sara. I’m thankful you’ve found peace in this.

Jesus has really felt everything your family is going through. It’s not just that he understands it, he went through it – he cried and suffered and wished for the pain to disappear.

And now, in heaven, Jesus knows the best remedy to…[Read more]

@rae

I apologize for any mistakes, and also for taking so long.

I’m tired.

No problem at all. You mustn’t apologize, dear Miss Cranberry Sauce! I do not expect you to reply right away.

@rae

Lucille

Lucy lay curled up. She pressed her face into the jacket and the fabric on her skin eased her tight breaths. Time faded; maybe an hour passed, but it didn’t matter. Enough time passed for her senses to fade, replaced by the feeling of her mother next to her on the couch. An arm wrapped around her shoulders so she could hide in the m…[Read more]