Loopy

@loopylin

I love it! 💛

@freed_and_redeemed @jonas @whalekeeper @loopylin @keilah-h @theducktator

 
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@highscribeofaetherium @freed_and_redeemed @jonas @whalekeeper @loopylin @keilah-h @theducktator @whoever-cares

Yeah, I’m bothering everyone again. I like the idea of this scene, but I feel like it has some major problems. I want to see if any of you notice it, since I’ve found more than once that I stress over things that others are like “…[Read more]

@loopylin

I love that. Looks amazing.

@loopylin @whalekeeper @rae @koshka @esther-c @elishavet-pidyon @lightoverdarkness6 @anyone-else-idk-lol-XD

Ok, soooooo I’ve been trying to brainstorm for another novel idea of mine that I’ve had for a while and would like to hear some inputs/thoughts

So, thanks to my Mom’s creativity, I finally figured out why Erich, a side character (and…[Read more]

@whalekeeper @loopylin

Chase

Chase reached into his pocket and silently pulled out his phone that he had grabbed from the floor before the three of them left the scene. He held it where the girl could see it, before sliding it back into his pocket.

“We, we need to…” He pointed to the doorway. “T-teachers, sta, stew, stu-dents find us.”

@beth-torres

Ahhhh, I’m backkkk. Sorry it’s been like f o r e v e r 😭 I have no good excuse except procrastination, lol. XDD

Fynn

“Awesome.” Fynn grinned, rubbing his hands together. “Then into the dark we go.” He dramatically turned on his heel and led them out of the classroom. “The hallways are spooky in the dark.” Fynn wasn’t sure why…[Read more]

@highscribeofaetherium @freed_and_redeemed @jonas @whalekeeper @loopylin @keilah-h @theducktator @whoever-cares

Hey,I need help knowing if this scene feels forced or anything.

The context is that Mandin invited Nahim to a festival that Mandin’s family was having, and Nahim promised to finally tell Mandin his traumatic backstory.

Evening came,…

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@loopylin @rae

There are at least five good teachers tho! There’s Mr. Gregory ofc. Then there’s the art teacher with the red and yellow scarf, Miss Soleil, and the two dance instructors with a romance subplot.

…Granted, I created all of these characters XD But nice adults are underrated in fiction and deserve screentime.
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The twins and…[Read more]

@loopylin @whalekeeper

Well, we have some bad teachers and haven’t yet met the good ones. Sounds like an average school to me.

It’d take an exceptional teacher to change Chase’s mind about school. I mean, if your school teacher was either a man you were always afraid of or a woman who literally tried to kill you, how would you…[Read more]

@loopylin

Whatever you choose, I am here to emotionally support your life decisions 🥹🥹

@loopylin @rae

I think this school needs help. Like a student council or somethin.

Sebzter

Chase, the detention boy, appeared once more. He was out of breath and quite out of his mind.

As the teacher came towards them, with less enthusiasm than exhaustion, Seb noted the slight vibration coming from their barricade. It would fall down…[Read more]

@loopylin @whalekeeper

Trying again

Chase

“Hey, calm down, kid. Just trying to help you up.”

Chase tried to say he was sorry but all that would come out were weak vocalizations that made no sense. He acted like a scared rabbit, his breathing fast and shallow, his eyes darting, and his body shaking.

Friend or foe? Who is this? 

Heavy…[Read more]

@loopylin @whalekeeper

Chase

Chase hadn’t realized until now that his breathing was unnatural. He stared straight into the one eye of the person who had caught him and opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out. He tried again. He couldn’t make any words form, only weak vocalizations. Giving up, he allowed his eyes to flash neon yellow like…[Read more]

@loopylin lol

@loopylin idk, I haven’t been here in a while because my group has long since disappeared.

@loopylin haha you can actually, there are plenty of tools for that

@loopylin

Ooh, I’d join if you did

@loopylin

*runs up, out of breath* I’m baaack

Sebzter

“Come now!” Seb puffed quietly. “It isn’t that bad… is it?”

“If you call a huge bruise normal.”

The boy patted his own face a few times, trying to gauge how big it was, and what his definition of bad was. It felt like a candied apple had grown over his left eye.

“I hit myself with a hairb…[Read more]