GodlyFantasy12

@savannah_grace2009

Yes of course! I’ll compile some ideas and get back to you later this week!

(Mayyyyy or may not have forgotten about this 🫣😂)

@elishavet-pidyon

hehe!
Yeah my characters tend to be close in age to me so I guess now that I’m older he looks older. Thanks!

@rae

Time can pass while she’s in bed and Gabriel can do whatever he wants

Lucille

The warm mattress and sheets felt familiar and alien at once, after so much walking and uncertainty. Lucy rolled over a few times and held her face into her arms. The soft warmth held her above and pushed her adrift, so everything left her be.

@loopylin

HA. Thank you.

I suppose she’s literally in limbo until you choose to pull her out or the end of the world arrives.

@loopylin

That reminds me, deaths never happen in these roleplays but they shouldn’t be so taboo. As long as it works, it’s just an AU.

@rae

Lucille

Lucy rubbed her knuckles into her eyes and then against the wall, unable to push the haze out of her head. This wasn’t the time to be tired. They had to get out, they had to keep walking.

She tried to voice her frustrations, but her words turned into a high-pitched groan. She took a step and stumbled into Gabriel’s arms where he knelt.

@loopylin

Well you certainly scared me. My little sis will freak when I read that part out loud.

@loopylin

The girl’s wide eyes dulled from silver to gray, and a final puff of air escaped her stone lips.

WAITWHATNO FELICITY

@rae

That second to last paragraph was really good, I like the way you wrote it.

Lucille

Lucy dropped the hatchet on the floor and walked several paces, realizing that it wouldn’t be too good to fall on it. A kid in the east fields had fallen on his father’s ax two years ago and there had been many cautionary stories before that.

She slid to…[Read more]

@keilah-h

I also have some good ideas basing off Whaley’s poem.

Be my guest! I just riffed on what I remembered of the characters lol

@rae

Violent of the “kill everything” type.

XD Oh Gabriel, you force of nature

Lucille

Lucy peered out the window at the crows. “They’re real handsome birds when they’re not so close up.”

She eyed the room’s mantelpiece noticing a handle sticking from the ornate wood. It was a small silver hatchet. Without hesitation, she yanked it free of it…[Read more]

@keilah-h

Can you guys describe your characters?

Oh! Yeah I can do that. Barnes is just a tall woman with chopped blonde hair. Wears very old-style clothing from maybe the 40s, a suit in this. Also a white mask with dark eyeholes. Little Lucy is literally the same but without the mask and with even shorter hair.

It’s cool you want to draw this! B…[Read more]

I’m good with anything that happens as long as Lucy stays with Gabriel. She’d be none too happy if they got separated

@keilah-h

5 is Ayla, Ducktator’s character

@loopylin

You can always make them lose their way and come back to them another time. The mist could warp time and they’d wander around without doing anything significant for days on end. So you can do something else in the meantime.

@keilah-h

😂 Ah yes, the Wings of Fire prophecy. Glad you like the poem. I would’ve liked to do every character justice but I don’t know their character arcs and whatnot.

@loopylin

Yep that’s correct

@loopylin

The way I’ve imagined it, the labyrinth is really good at acting like it has a mastermind. It’s not a person and doesn’t have a person behind it, but it can mechanically detect, reflect and manipulate real people’s thoughts. No one within the story wrote the poem; it just spontaneously manifested because of how the labyrinth…[Read more]

@rae

Lucille

Lucy did as she was told and more; she slid every candle into her trouser belt and pockets. The flames flickered around her waist like a burner under a pan and she hissed with restrained laughter.

The poem didn’t make much sense. Was it about people who had already escaped? Had they died? She recognized Gabriel’s title, but the res…[Read more]

@rae

My hand is fine now. I was rather miffed because I burnt my hand yesterday too, pulling steak out of the oven.  It’s never bad burn, just painful for ten minutes or so.

Baking is indeed fun and time-consuming

I apologize for the bad poem. I wrote it quickly and didn’t want to spend forever fixing it