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@rae

Gabriel rn 😤😐

Lucille

The key turned into bright green dust in Lucy’s hand, falling from the lock like sand from broken glass.

Despite her choice, she glanced back at her home door. One part of her wanted to sit beside it for hours. But that didn’t matter now, since she couldn’t get in and seeing her parents might make things worse.

She…[Read more]

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Lucille

Lucy came to a kneeling position and slipped the key in the lock.

The door creaked open, and mist cascaded over the tiles. The green carpet Lucy had seen through the crack was moss, and sharp gray light poured over their faces. Lucy shivered and shoved her hands in her pockets.

There it was – the labyrinth again. A wall lay ahead…[Read more]

@keilah-h

The room has been christened the ‘100 Cupboards room’ I see. 🤣

typing long roleplays on KP with a phone is SO HARD compared to my iPad or my computer.

I can imagine that. My dad hates using his phone to type out stuff. I find my phone easier to work with, though. I think it’s because paragraphs are more columned so they fit on the…[Read more]

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]

@ellette-giselle

yeah ok I get that. There’s different kinds of tragedy, and it’s interesting how every country does it differently as well as every religion. Yeah I like those bittersweet endings too, I think they are more common in western stuff, possibly because of Christian influence!

Chinese and Japanese tragedies don’t usually end on the…[Read more]

@rae

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]

@rae

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?”

@rae

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.

@rae
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.

@loopylin

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.

@rae

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]

@rae

(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.

@rae

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]

@rae

Girl, Ellette writes some of the most tragic characters. She and Freedom make it their business to make KP cry, I swear.

Haha really? I guess I haven’t been keeping up with the writing that happens here…

Also, thank you. The hair took me forever.

Of course!

@loopylin

Hi

I am sometimes meh sometimes very very stress and apparently occasionally having a wee bit of fun, depends on the day what about you