Ruth

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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?”

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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]

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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]

@rae oh that stinks, I had a speech and debate class that did like mock trials sometimes and I hated it. (they never rigged it, I just didn’t like how it worked)

my characters are currently heading your direction btw.

@rae beautiful!! I know you said that’s not the actual cover but it still looks very good.

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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]

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He looks good! His expression is so intense… Poor guy.

I wouldn’t worry about the earlobes. Asymmetry is a part of nature. Mine are uneven too! So it wasn’t a mistake, just accuracy. 😉

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Wow! I like the combed look, (though the wild one is more Baron-sih to my mind. XD)

Yes…. *gets a ruler* yes, they are a little uneven, but I never would have seen it if you hadn’t said it. I guess next time, lay down a ruler on the pencil sketch to check that, lol. 🤣

But really! This looks really good! I like it a lot! Though I have to…[Read more]

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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.

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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.

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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]

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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]

@rae ooooh Snipes and Gabriel will be something for sure lol

hopefully Gabriel won’t think Soldier (and maybe Sniper too?) is one of those monsters he fights at home or another giant crow.

@loopylin I’d be good with that. My characters might not though, they’ll be super confused.

@rae @whalekeeper if Loopy pulls her charries, you mind if my three join your party?

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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.

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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]