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Lucille

Gabriel had a point, but the house held a certain uneasiness that Lucy couldn’t shake. She was already on her way out the door, but turned when he spoke. She tapped her forehead and flicked her hand, as if tipping an invisible cap. “We should go.”

@rae

Lucille
Lucy thought about it. She swung off the bed and began rearranging the quilts and coverlet. “I’m awake now.”

@rae

That’s what we’re here for!

I’m sorry, that sounds rough. I’ll keep praying for you ❤️ Ellette’s idea is a good one, but I don’t know if it’ll work for sure. Maybe you could have a reminder on your phone or something that tells you to eat a snack? Just getting into the routine of eating three meals a day even if you’re not hungry  could h…

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Lucille

“I saw a man.” She spoke quieter than she intended, but struggled to turn up her voice’s volume. “He didn’t have a mouth, Gabriel, and now he’s gone. So how are you hearin’ him?”

Gabriel: *Hears voices*

Lucy: *Wacky nightmares*

Mel: *Sleeps with ducks*

@rae

Keep drawing while you can!

Yes she does

Lucille

Lucy pointed at the empty place. Then, confused, she put her hand down.  “I – I’ve got a… Are you hearing him?”

@rae

It depends on what a “slap on the face” is. I think a slap on the face is a betrayal of the reader, or unfairly maximizing/minimizing something to manipulate reader emotion, or wasting the reader’s time.

This would be a betrayal if the arc was about survival or hinged on Baron’s survival. But his arc seems entirely spiritual. He’s concluded…[Read more]

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Funnily enough, I fell asleep XD.

Good!

My work is done, I got my Negative argument all formulated, now it’s just doing it tomorrow without a panic attack.

Is this Lincoln-Douglas or policy?

Now that that’s done, I’m chilling and redrawing Baron artwork.

Jealous. I’m in an art slump. Not happy with anything I draw, which might mean I’m on…[Read more]

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Lucille

The headless man lifted a hand. His fingers trembled feebly as he held them up to his neck, as if trying to see them. He jerked back as he realized his eyes were gone.

“Lucy, it’s okay.”

Lucy snapped free of paralysis. The figure’s ashy skin peeled away, like petals wrinkling into brown dust, and he vanished from the foot of her b…[Read more]

@rae

I really should have replied earlier, I’m sorry.

You’re fine! I was not up last night and I’m replying rather late now; it’s not a big deal for you to do the same.

How is your work going? I think I had the same debate topic once, not sure. I’m sorry it’s not a pleasant task for you. Also girl, late night roleplaying is fun but you need to…[Read more]

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That looks really good!! It looks like a real cover I might find, maybe in the graphic novel section of the library. The gold lettering contrasts nicely with the cool colors. I’ve mentioned before that the lighting in that piece is great.

This is unrelated to the art, but I just realized I didn’t help much with Baron Chronicles even though…[Read more]

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Also, props to Gabriel for being a responsible guy and making the hatchet a cover. I appreciate his efforts.

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Lucille

Lucy fell into a doze. When she sometimes opened her eyes, a dream haze took over, and the wallpaper flickered, the flowers blooming against each other and cascading down the paper. Fuzzy orange light stained her vision. Her mind retreated into her body and she couldn’t bring herself to stir.

The labyrinth had been such a strange w…[Read more]

@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.

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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.

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

WAITWHATNO FELICITY