Andrew

Ooof. I have way too many MCs. I’ll just pick my more current WIPs and forget about the back burners.

From Gold Eyes: The Wolves’ Tale I originally wrote Zlati and Vulka because I wanted to have twin characters who were copy-paste nor polar opposites–in other words, normal fraternal twins with full personalities and real twin dynamics (later in…[Read more]

Also…

I’m glad you people like cranberry sauce. It’s fun to make.

Still don’t get why people eat it though. And on turkey no less. *gags*

@theducktator

I don’t want him permanently dead. 🙁

*Chokes on tea*

@keilah-h

I haven’t been watching it, but I think after the book they managed to revive him. He’s my favorite character and I don’t want him permanently dead. 🙁

@rae

All hail the best Thanksgiving food! I assume your family makes the sauce?

@loopylin @whalekeeper @elishavet-pidyon

Awesome! I’ll put Celarent and Ryla in tomorrow. Should I just pick teams for them?

@loopylin

To: Mellissa Thompson, my secret hideout, the In Between place

From: Angelita, 4647 Flambert Lane, Dingyville, Maryland, The United States

Dear Mel,

That pool sounds scary. What is an inbetween place? How do you get to one? Were there frogs at that weird indoor pool? Frogs are way less gross than boys. FROGS don’t leave their u…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

It’s not painful to read. You describe things clearly, there are varied sentence lengths, and you suggest emotion at sprinkled points through the sections. You also don’t harp on descriptions, which is something I struggle with.

Thanks.

But stubborn me still hates it (it’s a me problem, I am genuinely thankful)

Also, I really, reall…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

The Protector — Gabriel Mai

Gabriel nodded, his jaw tight, knowing Lucy couldn’t get there in time. He judged the distance, and the closeness of the crows, but before he finished thinking, he sheathed his daggers and scooped Lucy up, apologizing, remembering how she kicked him last time. Then he ran for what felt like the m…[Read more]

@elishavet-pidyon

oh for sure!!

@rae

Lucille

Lucy did not run without the Protector. She grabbed his arm and yanked him forward, pointing. “No – Th-that way!”

The tower had an opening at the base – a scuffed metal lid. She hadn’t noticed it before and now it was far from them both. But the crows’ shadows grew around them and the Protector surely couldn’t fight them off. He…[Read more]

I have never felt so called out

@rae

It’s painful to read, but thanks I guess.

It’s not painful to read. You describe things clearly, there are varied sentence lengths, and you suggest emotion at sprinkled points through the sections. You also don’t harp on descriptions, which is something I struggle with.

*Whispers into the void*

But when Tomorrow came, no posting was somethinged…

@whalekeeper

It’s painful to read, but thanks I guess.

The Protector — Gabriel Mai

It, indeed, was Lucy. She tumbled unceremoniously from the mass of black feathers. The crow shifted its attention from the shiny silver, to her, and she ran, the crow chasing after her.

Gabriel’s blades were out in a moment, boots digging into the ground as he r…[Read more]

*back door creaks open*

So, I’m not joining back in, but I am avidly stalking, and the Seven Minutes phrase sparked this scene to mind (don’t know how) so you can blame that for this weirdness. Enjoy.

LeQroi

Seven minutes until dinner. The Master chef stood in the center of the kitchen, white leather boots glued in place. Literally. His glare…[Read more]

@rae

Aw man… If it’s any consolation to you, I enjoy reading your rps! You’re doing a great job and if you’re frustrated with something, whatever it is, usually that means you’re getting better.

Lucille

Lucy tumbled over the crow’s back and landed on the ground. The crow’s focus shifted and it instantly chose to stride toward her.

There w…[Read more]

@koshka Yeah, that’s true.

I take the revived headcanon too because I like that ending a lot better, but I could see why one might not share that view.

@whalekeeper

The problem is not what I want to write, I just genuinely hate my writing style right now.

The Protector — Gabriel Mai

As the crows above cackled and argued, Gabriel’s attention was drawn to something silver falling from the tower. A crow dived after it, and among its black feathers was a spot of color on its back. Gabriel cal…[Read more]