Ruth

@keilah-h I know these ones I think

stanza 1- Felicity. Cuz the white hair

3- Mel

9- the Protector/ Gabriel

10- Lucy/Barnes

@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]

It’s like a Wings of Fire prophecy. I kinda want to draw a thing for it, kinda like this:

(Not my art)

@whalekeeper i love that poem hehe

I think I can pick out Huntress and Sniper plus Kefa’s removed characters. Who are the rest?

@rae @whalekeeper

suspecting the owner of the labyrinth might be in the house.

Not that your characters would know this, but, just clarifying, the labyrinth doesn’t have an owner. It’s sort of sentient on its own, kinda, and more like a force of nature than anything else.

@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

@rae

Lucille

For the first time, Lucy’s face flushed. Gabriel knew she was young, but he didn’t know that while she was a good silent reader, she did not read aloud to people. She put the book on the table and squinted in the candlelight. She stuttered but got through it.

…

Here we have our victims
Here we have them all
In our labyrinth wonde…[Read more]

@rae

Sorry about the wait! I spent the afternoon whisking masa, cooking meat, burning my hand on a kettle, etc. Lots of cooking. And I felt I should update the school roleplay first if I had free time.

Make something up

Alright! I had an idea, just give me two shakes

@theducktator Yesss even though I’m not part of a denomination that celebrates that feast, I remember learning about it from the Christmas-themed What’s in the Bible episode (if anyone is familiar with those. They’re great if you haven’t seen ’em).

Did you know that today instead of the 25th was originally the day that children got presents?…[Read more]

I might need this forum for my new WIP hehe

@savannah_grace2009 Thank you!!!

I might write some more today but not much, I got a Minecraft project I’m working on so I have to split my limited screen time between them both.

@esther-c

Did you find any ideas for this? It’s totally fine if you haven’t looked yet, but I would love to brainstorm this idea some more!

@keilah-h

Ohhh i love it! I agree with Ruth, the prologue is 👌👌👌👌🔥🔥

@elishavet-pidyon @loopylin @theducktator

Not intending to mess up the role play turns. 🫣

It’s hard to tell who wants to go next so I don’t blame you lol. Loops or Duck, one of you needs to go after me.

Marcel

Marcel laughed and brushed his hair out of his eyes so he could better return the glare. “With that attitude, you already do.”

The two…[Read more]

Happy Feast of Saint Nicholas!

To the tune of Up on the Housetop: Up at Nicea, the bishops pause, Arius and Santa Claus. One claims a time when the Son was not, one says that’s a heretical thought! Ho, ho, ho, who’s gonna go, ho, ho, ho, who’s gonna go. Off with a right hook, good Saint Nick, down goes the dirty heretic!

@koshka

We have one that’s more like a jelly salad, and one that’s a barbeque sauce. We usually eat the second one on meatballs for Christmas, but sometimes, (like this year), we have it for Thanksgiving as well.

@rae

Is there something you want the book to lead up to, or should I make something up?

@loopylin

“Quit talking,” Rory hissed. He reached the door, turned the handle with his free hand, and slipped through, closing the door behind him. “It’s not humiliating. It’s how wounded soldiers are carried.”